The Wistful Skyline
The rain in the industrial quarter of Leeds did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and the soot-stained brick of the mill walls. It was a dampness that worked its way into the joints, a physical manifestation of the stagnation that had settled over his life in the last decade. Elias was a clerk in the claims department of the...
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