The Distant Clue
The road through the Blackwood Valley did not so much exist as it was permitted to exist, a jagged scar of packed earth and shattered slate that wound its way through the dense, weeping firs of the late industrial era. Elias Thorne walked it with the heavy, deliberate tread of a man who had long since stopped expecting the ground beneath his feet to hold, his boots caked in the red clay that...
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