The Distant Clue
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the market square into a slick, black mirror reflecting the broken faces of the statues that lined the town hall, and I stood there with my back against the cold stone, feeling the wetness soak through my wool uniform until it felt like a second skin, a heavy, suffocating shroud that pressed...
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