The Distant Clue
The silence in Oakhaven was not empty. It was heavy, saturated with the damp rot of autumn leaves and the unspoken judgments of neighbors who watched through lace curtains. Elias Thorne knew this weight. He had carried it for thirty years in the capacity of the town’s unofficial investigator, a role he had never sought but which had calcified around him like barnacles on a hull. He was a man of...
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