The Faded Portrait

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The rain in the capital did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, gray silt that coated the cobblestones of the Whitehall corridor in a film of mud and despair, and Thomas Bradshaw walked through it with the mechanical, relentless stride of a man who had forgotten that his legs were made of flesh and bone rather than steel and wire, his greatcoat soaked through to the skin, the cold biting...

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