The Faded Portrait

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended curtain of gray water that blurs the jagged silhouette of the coal yards and the skeletal iron ribs of the viaducts looming over the district, a perpetual mist that settles into the marrow of your bones and tastes of sulfur and old pennies. You stand at the end of the platform, your uniform pressed tight against a chest that heaves with a...

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