The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain in Manchester did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain of industrial soot and water that blurred the edges of the world until everything looked like a bruise. I stood in the doorway of my tailoring shop, *Holloway & Sons*, watching the street where the wet cobblestones reflected the gaslights in long, trembling ribbons. My hands, usually steady enough to thread a needle with one...

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