The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The train from Edinburgh to Glasgow did not stop, it merely shuddered, a great iron beast breathing out steam that tasted of coal dust and wet wool, and within its belly, in a compartment that smelled of stale tobacco and damp wool, Sergeant Elias Thorne sat with his hands folded on his knees, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic blur of the Scottish highlands passing beyond the...

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