The Wistful Cipher

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November 14, 1912. The coal smoke from the station’s ventilation shafts has settled into the weave of my greatcoat, a gritty, acrid dust that I can taste on the back of my tongue even now, three hours after Arthur’s train pulled out of Manchester Central. I stood on the platform, my hands gripping the iron railing until my knuckles turned white, watching the tail lights of the carriage shrink...

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