The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall. It stood. It hung in the air like a curtain of grey beads, trembling but refusing to drop. It was a Tuesday in October, the kind of day that smelled of wet slate and old iron. Thomas Bradshaw sat at his desk in the basement office of the County Constabulary. The walls were damp. The mold bloomed in black ferns across the corners, eating the plaster. Thomas was a large...

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