The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped for three days, and it was this relentless, gray drizzle that turned the cobbled streets of Oakhaven into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky, reflecting the dim, flickering gaslights that lined the High Road like the eyes of sleeping giants. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a heavy, deliberate gait, his boots sinking into the mud at the edges of the pavement, the...
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