The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the brickwork of the Manchester textile mill, turning the air into a thick, palpable soup of damp and coal dust. Inside the basement archives, which smelled of rotting paper and the metallic tang of old blood, Arthur Penhaligon sat alone in the dark, the single bare bulb above him flickering with a sputtering,...

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