The Distant Metropolis

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The wind off the Shannon had a way of deciding things before the men did. It pushed the water against the ferry crossing, a grey, churning line that separated the mill town from the terraced hills of County Leitrim, and it was in this grey hour that Maire Hegarty stood in the damp corner of the library, his hands raw from the cold. He was a constable, or had been, thirty-two years old with a...

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