The Sheriff of Nowhere

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The coat was not his. He had taken it from a dead man's body on the moor three nights ago—a gentleman's wool coat, dark green, buttoned to the throat, with brass buttons stamped with a crest Thomas could not read in the darkness. It fit poorly across the shoulders, as if the dead man had been broader in his prime, but it was the finest thing Thomas had worn in two years. He collapsed at the...

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