The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain fell in sheets of grey. Caleb stood on the bridge. The water below was black. It moved slow. It moved fast. He held the glass bottle. It was heavy. It was cold. The fog swallowed the city. London breathed. It coughed smoke. It smelled of coal. And rust. Caleb was not from here. He was a ghost in the crowd. He wore a coat too big. The buttons strained. He looked thin. He looked tired....

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