The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The stone hall of St. Jude’s did not smell of incense, as one might expect from a cathedral of such antiquity, but of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood that had long since dried into the cracks of the flagstones. Elias Thorne sat in the shadow of the north transept, his back pressed against the cold masonry, his fingers tracing the rough grain of the oak lectern before him. He was a...

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