The Iron Alms

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The Iron Alms

The Iron Alms The rain in Manchester did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain that turned the industrial streets into rivers of soot and despair. Edwin Blackwood had been running for three days when the storm caught him at an abandoned waystation on the edge of the moors. He was thirty-five, dressed in a wool coat that had cost more than most men in this county earned in a year,...

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