The Elixir of the Hollow Root

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The rain in Dublin does not fall. It rises. It comes up from the cobblestones, from the Liffey, from the graveyards on the hills, from the wet earth beneath your feet, and it fills your lungs with the memory of things you never knew. Edgar Molloy stood in the alley off Capel Street and let it fill him. He was twenty-four, thin in the way that young men are thin when they have not eaten properly...

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