The Faded Portrait

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The wind off the coal yards had a taste of rust and wet ash, a gritty film that settled on the back of your throat and refused to wash away no matter how much cold water you drank from the tin cup, and it was this same wind that had pushed you out of the port of Liverpool three weeks ago, a refugee from a war that had turned your village into a memory of smoke and silence, leaving you with...

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