The Distant Clue
The town of Oakhaven did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a collective inhalation that stretched across the soot-stained brickwork and the iron lattices of the factory windows until the air itself seemed to curdle into a thick, grey gel. It was the sort of industrial twilight where the smoke from the textile mills rose in columns that looked less like smoke and more like the smoke of a...
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