The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a grey, industrial sludge that coated the windows of the Blackwood estate in a film of soot and sorrow. I stood in the center of the library, the air thick with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of the iron furnace that roared beneath our feet, holding a small, ceramic bowl in my hands. It was a humble vessel, chipped at the...
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