Arc 1 : Chapter 5-1

It was six o’clock on a autumn’s evening. Thin, dingy rain spat and drizzled past the lighted street lamps. The pavements shone long and yellow. In squeaking galoshes, with mackintosh collars up and bowlers and trilbies weeping, youngish men from the offices bundled home against the thistly wind— “Night, Mr Macey”. Theodore wheezed in a … More Arc 1 : Chapter 5-1