The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wind off the moor did not howl; it whispered, a low, continuous susurration that seemed to carry the weight of centuries in its breath. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the peat bog, his fingers numb around the cold iron of his walking staff, watching the mist curl around the roots of the ancient bracken. He was a man of letters, a scholar of folklore who had spent thirty years cataloguing...

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