The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The train smelled of wet wool and coal smoke, a scent that had become my skin since I left London. I sat by the window, watching the gray English countryside blur into a smear of mud and iron, trying to remember why I had come to this particular town, this particular institute. My name was Elias Thorne, though I had signed the register as E. T. to keep things simple. I was not a scholar, nor a...

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