The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain in Harrow Creek did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet slate and the metallic tang of old iron. You stood in the center of the village square, the water pooling around your ankles, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold before dissolving into the damp. You were not afraid of the rain. You were afraid of what the...

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