The Golden Song
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain over the Blackwood Estate, turning the mud into a slick, sucking trap for Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood before the manor’s iron gates, his badge heavy in his breast pocket, a lead weight against the damp wool of his coat. For twenty years, Elias had walked this county’s muddy paths, chasing petty thieves and lost sheep, but tonight the...
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