The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had a way of finding everything at once—seeping through wool coats, pooling beneath boot heels, gathering in the hollows of cobblestone that the city of Manchester had worn smooth over a century of carriages and trams. Arthur Pemberton stood at the corner of Deansgate and Cross Street as though rooted to the spot, his umbrella forgotten in a blackened hand, and let the rain soak...

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