The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wind did not howl across the high moors of the Pennine hills; it whispered, a dry and papery rustling that seemed to come from the bones of the earth itself, carrying the scent of wet stone and ancient, forgotten grief. Sir Alistair Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his coat flapping violently in the gale, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle of the umbrella he had carried for...

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