The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain in Manchester did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a oily film that coated the cobblestones and the brickwork of the old textile mills, turning the city into a bruised and swollen thing that throbbed under the weight of the overcast sky. I stood in the doorway of my flat on Ancoats Lane, watching a pigeon peck at a discarded crust of bread, my hand resting...

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