The Distant Legend

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The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a cold, oily sheen that clung to the brickwork of the old town hall and the wet pavement where you stood. You were a constable, a title that felt increasingly hollow in your mouth, like a coin that had lost its weight. Your uniform was damp, the wool heavy against your shoulders, and the brass buttons of your...

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