The Golden Song
Colm Fitzpatrick was thirty-four years old, a constable in the Burren, and he had not slept in three days because the road to the port was closed by snow. Chapter One I left Eileen at the station on a Tuesday, the air biting at my neck as the steam from the engine mixed with the salt spray of the harbor. I wanted my pension; I wanted to return to the sexton’s office where I sold coffins and...
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