The Distant Metropolis

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The wool coat hung on the back of my chair, heavy with the damp of the November fog, but it was the silence in the mill that felt heavier. I am forty-two, a constable in Ashworth, and I have spent twenty years trying to keep the peace in a town that hates me for the Irish blood in my veins and my strictness with the law. My brother Thomas works the looms in Sterling’s Mill, and every shift is a...

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