The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slick and the cobblestones treacherous, a persistent, gray veil that hung over the town like a shroud that had been worn too long. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the garrison, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the mist curl through the arches of the old market...

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