The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell upon the slate roofs of Whitmore Lane with a rhythmic, industrial persistence that seemed less like weather and more like the grinding of gears in some vast, invisible engine, a relentless percussion that drowned out the whispering of the willows and the distant, hollow clang of the tram bell, while in the basement of the old textile mill, Arthur Penhaligon stood with his back...

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