The Pale Tale
The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, grey curtain against the windows of the manor, blurring the line between the garden and the house. Elias Thorne stood by the fireplace, watching the embers die. He was a man of few words, a detective by trade, though his clients were rarely those who sought justice. They were those who sought silence. His mentor, Julian, sat in the...
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