The Faded Road
The coal dust in the air of Harrowgate did not merely settle; it suspended itself in the amber light of the gas lamps, a fine, golden particulate that coated the tongue with a taste of iron and ancient earth, and for the young Thomas Bradshaw, who walked the cobbled streets with the heavy, deliberate steps of a boy who had seen too much of the world’s decay, this suspension was the only truth...
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