The Faded Portrait

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The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that soaked into the wool of one’s coat and settled in the bones, a pervasive dampness that seemed to be less a weather phenomenon and more a moral condition of the town itself. Margaret Holloway stood before the window of her study, watching the grey wash over the cobblestones below where the market was...

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