The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, persistent curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of wet asphalt and sodium light, washing away the sharpness of the world until only the damp chill remained, clinging to the skin like a second, invisible layer of grief that Thomas Bradshaw felt more acutely in the joints of his knees than in any other part...

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