The Wistful Incense

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the gray, weeping sky of Manchester, a constant, damp sigh that settled into the bones of every man and woman who worked the night shift at the Halloway Textile Mill, where the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old rust and a silence that was not silence but a low, humming thrum that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow. Arthur...

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