The Golden Downtown

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The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old stone, clinging to the skin of anyone foolish enough to walk the streets. Arthur Penhaligon stood beneath the awning of the defunct textile mill, his hand resting instinctively on the back of his neck, where the vertebrae felt exposed, raw against the damp air. It was a trick of the...

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