The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of Whitmore Street into slick, reflective mirrors where the gaslights bled their amber light into the wet pavement, and as I stood in the doorway of the station, watching the steam rise from the grates in long, ghostly tendrils that curled and uncurled against the chill of the October night, I felt...

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