The Green Collar
Arthur Pendelton sat by the river and dipped his head beneath the water.The Yorkshire moors stretched on either side of him, vast and empty beneath a sky the color of wet slate. Rain had fallen all morning, a fine, persistent drizzle that turned the earth to mud and the air to a damp chill that seeped through his coat and settled into his bones. He drew his head back, gasping, water streaming...
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