ABSTRACT
It was a grey day. The rain made bars shutting Dunstane in from the outside world. The steps on the passages were muffled and heavy with damp. The rain dulled the roar of the traffic too, the voice of that human sea that moaned around, never resting; tossing and surging along the streets of the city casting up mire and dirt. It hid the skies, drawing its curtains across the window-panes.
