The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the low, bruised sky, a persistent, cold mist that clung to the soot-stained brickwork of the city and settled into the pores of the skin, a pervasive dampness that smelled of wet wool and old iron. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for the days had begun to bleed into one another in the gray, industrial twilight, and Thomas Bradshaw,...

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