The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain in London does not fall so much as it is pressed down by the weight of the sky, a cold, grey paste that clings to your coat and seeps into the marrow of your bones, turning the cobblestones of Whitechapel into slick, black mirrors that reflect nothing but the hollows of your own eyes. You are walking, you are always walking, your left boot slipping slightly on the wet slate as you...

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