The Distant Clue
The fire did not begin as a spark. It began as a silence, a sudden and terrifying absence of the clock’s tick in the grand hall of the Ashworth estate. You are the detective, though the title feels ill-fitting, like a glove worn by the wrong hand. You are the investigator of the invisible, the man who reads the dust to find the footsteps. The year is 1923, and the air is thick with the smoke of...
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