The Golden Downtown

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Thorne, you’re letting it rust, you know that, right? Clara’s voice was a low rasp, stripped of its usual warmth, as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom, her hands still damp from the garden. Elias did not look up from the tunic laid out on the bed. The fabric was wool, heavy and dark, and the brass button on the left breast caught the grey Manchester light, gleaming with a dull, oily...

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