The Distant Clue
The rain fell in sheets. It was cold. It was wet. It was inevitable. Silas Vane walked. He walked through the mud. He walked past the dead. He walked toward the house. The house was black. The house was tall. The house was waiting. He had come for the clue. He had come for the truth. He had come to end the loop. Or so he told himself. He had been a man of logic. He had been a man of order. He...
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