The Distant Clue
The rain in London did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the streets into a mirror of wet asphalt and fractured neon that reflected a world Elias Vance had long since tried to leave behind. He stood in the narrow doorway of the St. Jude’s University archive, a space that smelled of decaying paper and the metallic tang of old iron, his fingers hovering over a...
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