The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain. Heavy. Wet. It pressed against the glass of the mill’s upper window. Inside, the air tasted of iron and stale coal. Elias Thorne stood still. His hands were clasped behind his back. Knuckles white. He wore the grey coat. The one with the tear at the elbow. A man of the ledger. A man of the line. He looked at the door. Locked. Iron bar. Rust. The...

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