The Distant Legend

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The train had been running on empty tracks for three days, a silver needle threading through the grey wool of a fog so thick it felt less like weather and more like a physical weight pressing against the glass. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his knees pressed tight against the opposite seat, his service pistol resting on his lap like a cold, dead bird. He was a...

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