The Distant Legend

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The rain in Harrowgate had a metallic taste, a coppery grit that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine sand. Inspector Elias Thorne stood on the wet cobblestones of the Sickly Quarter, his coat buttoned to the chin, watching the steam rise from the factory vents that dominated the skyline. He was forty years old, a man whose life had been measured in regulations and...

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