The Wistful Mountain
Chapter One Michael Nolan, a sergeant of the border constabulary, had spent the last five years chasing a man who was made of the same grey fog that rolled off the bog roads of Mayo. The industrial smog from the new mills in the valley mixed with the natural mist, creating a thick, choking curtain that obscured the fence of disputed stones marking the boundary between the estate and the...
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