The Black Swan

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The Black Swan

The fog in Manchester did not roll in; it descended, heavy and yellow, like a shroud lowered over a coffin. Edgar Thorne stood at the service entrance of the Black Swan Hotel, watching it swallow the gas lamps one by one. He was twenty-four, pale as paper, with hands that had learned the difference between a linen napkin and a cotton one before he had learned to play cricket. His father's...

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