The Distant Affair

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The frost had not yet taken the bridge, but the breath of the city was already turning to ice in the mouths of those who walked it. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the River Ouse, his hands wrapped around the hilt of his sword, watching the water churn with a sickly, oily sheen that defied the clarity of the November sky. He was thirty years old, a watchman of the lower ward, and he wanted...

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