The Distant Promise

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The steam from the ironworks hissed like a living thing, curling around my boots in thick, grey ribbons. I was Silas Vane, thirty-two years old, a constable with twelve years on the force and a name that was beginning to rot in the mouths of the men I served. I wanted to clear my name before the shift ended, before the ledger was closed and my reputation was filed away as a stain. The foreman,...

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