The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain over the industrial district of Leeds, blurring the jagged silhouettes of the chimneys into a watery smear. Inside the cramped flat on Bramley Street, Arthur Penhaligon sat in the dark, listening to the tick of the gas mantles cooling. He was a man of forty-three, a clerk for the Municipal Water Authority, a job that had worn...

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