The Pale Shadows
The rain in Manchester did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, oily mist that clung to the soot-blackened brick and seeped into the bones of the city. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Vane Manufacturing Company, clutching a leather portfolio that contained his entire future, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the debt his brother had...
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