The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped for three days, and it seemed to be falling not from the sky, but from the very fabric of the world itself, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the industrial district into a smear of rust and soot. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the old depot, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the steam rise from the tracks in slow, ghostly...
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