In a sprawling city with no name, in a world literally drained of all colour, down-at-heel private investigator Joshua Simkins has a secret: he suffers from synaesthesia, making him the only person in the entire metropolis to still be able to sense the colour that has been missing since the effects of The Dulling thirty years previously. Or so he thinks; other people can also see colour, but they are going missing. Is it the work of the sinister Surgeon General at the Science Ministry? A plot by influential gangster Reginald Key? Or is it connected to the sightings of mysterious spectres across the city…?
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