The Faded Portrait

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The smell arrived on a Tuesday, a thick, loamy scent of wet earth that seemed to seep up through the floorboards of the counting house at Vane’s Mill, a contradiction in the dry, chalk-dust air that made Elias Thorne’s teeth ache. He was forty years old, an Irishman who had come to Manchester with nothing but a degree he could not use and a brother whose gambling debts had eaten his last...

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