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THE LONG SHADOW
A man and a boy sat on the roof of a great grey mansion that frowned like a harsh master over the small terraced houses that surrounded it on every side. The air was hot and sultry, a bitter unmoving summer sulk, hot and secret with the makings of a storm; a thick, low, grey wall of cloud hung closely above them; and the city stretched before them with its mass of lives, each little group withdrawn behind its veil of brick and glass.( Read more... )
A man and a boy sat on the roof of a great grey mansion that frowned like a harsh master over the small terraced houses that surrounded it on every side. The air was hot and sultry, a bitter unmoving summer sulk, hot and secret with the makings of a storm; a thick, low, grey wall of cloud hung closely above them; and the city stretched before them with its mass of lives, each little group withdrawn behind its veil of brick and glass.( Read more... )
