The Distant Legend

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The smoke from the bonfire on the hillside tastes of ash and old paper. You stand at the edge of the crowd, your constable’s cap pulled low against the chill, watching the flames lick at the skeletal remains of the Old Quarter. The Mayor’s decree is absolute: the district must be purged, the disease of its poverty burned out with the timber. You do not look at the fire. You look at your hand....

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