The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud that had been wetted and dried a thousand times, thick and grey and smelling of rotting peat and old iron. I walked with a limp that had settled into my left knee, a souvenir from the autumn I spent in the trenches, but I kept my head high, for I was still the magistrate’s eye, still the man who sought the truth in the shadows of the moor. Beside...

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