The Distant Clue
The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the lower ward with a persistent, grinding rhythm, much like the sound of millstones turning in the dark. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked through the mist, his boots heavy with the silt of the city, the leather of his gloves stretched thin and cracked at the knuckles from years of gripping weapons that had long since lost their edge. He was a man of the...
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