The Distant Affair
The bailiff’s ledger was heavier than it looked. Thomas Bradshaw felt the weight of it in his wrists as he carried it from the cellar, the leather cover slick with damp. He had been a constable for twelve years. Twelve years of keeping the peace in Millhaven, a town that smelled of wet wool and stale beer. He was thirty years old, and his back ached when it rained, which was often. He wanted...
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