The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old textile mill into a slick, black mirror reflecting the towering, soot-stained brickwork of the structure that had once been the heart of the industrial district but now stood as a hollow shell of its former pride, a place where the air smelled perpetually of wet wool, rusted iron, and the...
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