The Locksmith's Shop
The rain in northern England doesn't fall so much as it persists. It has been falling on this town for as long as anyone can remember, slowly turning everything to mud and rust and the kind of gray that gets into your bones. Arthur Wilkinson's smithy was at the end of a lane that had once been a street before the factory closed and the factory closed before the town forgot it ever had a mayor....
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