The Wistful Witness

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The train cut through the grey mist of the Yorkshire moors, a heavy iron beast breathing out plumes of black smoke that lingered like the memory of a wrong. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, his hands resting on his knees, palms flat against the wool of his trousers. He was a man of fifty, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and duty, his eyes the pale,...

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