The Faded Chronicle

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The first three stitches held the skin together, but the fourth snapped with a wet, tearing sound that echoed off the wet cobblestones. I counted the hours since the riot began: six, seven, eight. My left hand was a ruin of blue-veined meat and splintered bone, the knuckles shattered by a truncheon strike that had come from behind, from a man I had sworn to protect. The crowd in Whitechapel had...

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