The Distant Promise

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You dream of the house. It stands on the hill. Stone. Cold. The ivy is black now. Not green. You have seen it in the fog. You know the way. You always know the way. Your boots are wet. The mud is thick. It pulls at your heels. You walk. You must walk. Your name is Thomas Bradshaw. You are old. Your knees ache. The rain is cold. It soaks your coat. You are a police officer. You are the head of...

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