The Faded River

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The Faded River

The fog came in off the Mersey at dawn, thick as wool and just as suffocating. Eleanor Marsham stood at the window of her grandmother's house on Harrington Road, watching the river disappear into grey nothingness. She had been back in Liverpool three weeks now, ever since the solicitor's letter arrived with its polite eulogy and generous bequest: Rose's cottage, the contents, and a key to a...

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