The Distant Clue
The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the city into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the passing carriages. You stood in the doorway of your residence, the heavy oak frame damp to the touch, watching the water run down the glass in long, shivering threads. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old...
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