The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain fell upon the stone bridge with a sound like the shuffling of old papers, a relentless, rhythmic scratching that seemed to erode the very mortar holding the archway together, while Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the span, his boots soaked through to the skin, watching the water rise in the channel below, a dark, churning mirror that reflected not the sky but a swirling abyss of...

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