The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the town hall, a steady, hollow rhythm that echoed in the empty council chamber. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table. He was a small man, with hands that shook only when he was not writing. His eyes, pale and watery, scanned the crowd below. The town of Oakhaven had gathered. They came in their best clothes,...

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