The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the village into a slick, treacherous mosaic of slate and mud, and it was in this damp, suffocating quiet that young Julian stood before the threshold of the Great House, his fingers trembling not from the cold that bit at his bones but from the terrible, hollow...
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