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Submitted to Contest #310
Hugo Galloway hadn't been seen in three days. In that time, the canals that ran through Manchester had grown thick and dark as ink. The autumn was always unpleasant in the northern half of England, the October sky typically filled with storms that crackled and roiled with rain, but this week was dry. They had nothing but heavy gray clouds with dark bellies. It was as if the rain were afraid to fall. The folks on the street knew nothing about the why of it all, would have denied it if they were told, but they knew something was wrong. None bu...
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