The Distant Clue
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the stagnant air of Oakhaven like a blade drawn across rusted iron, and it was this sound, raw and human and utterly devoid of reason, that first shattered the fragile equilibrium of the town before the flames had even licked the eaves of the miller’s barn. Inspector Thomas Bradshaw stood on the porch of the municipal...
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