The Distant Clue
The dream was not of darkness, as one might expect from a man who has spent the better part of a decade standing guard over the silence of the dead, but of a house, a sprawling and impossible Victorian structure perched precariously upon a cliff edge that seemed to dissolve into the mist, where the walls were not built of stone or wood but of a thick, translucent glass that hummed with a low,...
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