The Distant Legend

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The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it only made the coal dust slicker, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflected the grimy facades of the mill district. Arthur Vane walked with his head down, the damp seeping through the thin wool of his night watchman’s coat, the cold a constant, biting companion that had replaced the heat of the mines. He was thirty years old,...

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