The Wistful Witness

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The rain in Manchester did not fall; it hovered, a grey curtain of mist that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharp angles of the city into something resembling a memory. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his small, rented room on Cannon Street, watching the streetlamps flicker to life one by one. They were gas lamps, still, in the older parts of the district, though the...

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