The Long Purchase
The drizzle fell on Liverpool like a gray curtain, turning the cobbles of Duke Street into slick black mirrors that reflected the gas lamps with a sickly yellow glow. Arthur Pemberton stood outside the counting house with a leather folio pressed against his chest and watched the rain slide down the brickwork in thin silver threads, each one a small surrender to a world that had already moved on...
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