The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the high, arched windows of the Ashworth Institute. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of iron filings. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands resting on the surface, palms flat, as if trying to feel the pulse of the wood. He was a man of forty, though...

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