The Distant Legend

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the mud deeper and the cold more penetrating, seeping into the wool of your uniform until the fabric felt less like a badge of office and more like a shroud. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a constable with a record so spotless it shone with an almost unnatural brightness, a fact that had kept you safe for twenty years in this...

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