The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The brass buckle of his belt sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and dull against the skin. It was a small, circular thing, stamped with the crest of the County Constabulary, a lion rampant holding a shield. He turned it over in his fingers, feeling the wear in the metal, the places where his thumb had rubbed the engraving smooth over twelve years of service. Outside the window, the train whistle...

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