The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the capital into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gray, indifferent sky. Major Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, his back rigid, his hands clasped behind him. He was a man carved from granite and silence, a figure who had spent twenty years enforcing the will of the Crown in the far, forgotten provinces....
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