The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain over the rusted grid of the old textile mill in Leeds. Inside, the air tasted of wet concrete and stale tobacco. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main floor, his coat soaked through, the fabric clinging to his ribs like a second skin. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, with hands that had held rifles and handcuffs...

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