The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the streets of the old district into slick, black mirrors reflecting nothing but the hollow, trembling lights of the streetlamps and the weary souls who walked beneath them, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the door, his hand...
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