The Faded Chronicle

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The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent gray mist that settled into the wool of your coat and the creases of your face, a dampness that seemed to originate not from the sky but from the very stones of the city, as if the industrial heart of the town had been beating too hard for too long and was now leaking its own sweat into the streets. You were a man of law,...

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