The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old university courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky. Inside the library, the air was thick with the scent of decaying paper and wet wool, a smell that Edmund Ashworth had come to associate with his own slow erosion. He sat alone in the furthest corner, a room within a room,...

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