The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the valley town into slick, dark mirrors that reflected the soot-stained smoke of the textile mills. Thomas Bradshaw walked the perimeter of the district with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a man whose body had long since forgotten how to move without the weight of a badge and a revolver. He was a constable in a town that was...
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