The Distant Promise

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The fog did not roll in; it rose, a thick, wet wool that smothered the cobblestones of the Blackwood district until the gas lamps became floating eyes in a void of grey. It was the year of the great strike, the winter that broke the bones of the old city, and the air tasted of coal smoke and iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the window of his cell, his hands cuffed behind his back, the cold...

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