The Distant Legend
The ledger lay open on the desk, its spine cracked and breathing dust, while I counted the hours until my pension, each tick of the clock a coin dropped into a jar that was never full. I had served thirty years in Harrow’s Gap, a town built on iron and silence, and now, at fifty-two, I needed to prove the Miller gang’s guilt to secure the final two years of my service. The town had already...
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