The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron gates of the mill stood open, a gaping maw exhaling the sweet, rotting scent of damp wool and machine oil, and I stood at the threshold with the cold rain lashing against my face, feeling the weight of the silence that had gathered around me like a thick, suffocating shroud. It was a night in the late autumn of 1892, the kind of dark where the gaslights in the street below flickered...

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