The Distant Clue
The rain fell on the slate roof with a rhythmic, hollow drumming. It was a cold sound, thin and persistent. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the water bead and run down the glass. The world outside was gray. The sky was gray. The stone of the manor was gray. Inside, the fire in the hearth was dying. It crackled once. Then it went still. Thomas turned away from the window. He looked at the...
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