The Wistful Witness

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The ink is still wet on the page, bleeding slightly into the coarse parchment, as I sit upon the cold stone threshold of the old chapel, watching the fog creep in from the fields of Harrowgate like a slow, grey tide. It is the fourteenth of October, in the year of our Lord 1348, and I am Thomas Bradshaw, constable of this village, a man of thirty years who has spent his life binding the hands...

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