The Faded Photograph

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The rain in Manchester did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that soaked into the wool of Thomas’s coat and settled in the marrow of his bones, a persistent, grey fog that blurred the distinction between the streetlamps and the sky. He walked with his hands deep in his pockets, his fingers curled around the small, folded square of paper that had become the sole anchor of...

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