The Distant Clue
The train whistle had not yet faded into the grey mist of the valley when Elias Thorne had already begun to dismantle the world around him, piece by meticulous piece. He stood on the platform of the depot in Harrowgate, a place that smelled of wet coal and rusted iron, watching his wife, Clara, disappear into the carriage with the quiet resignation of a woman who had long since learned that...
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