The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the sharp edges of the city into a watery smear of slate and stone, and I stood within the hollow of the great clock tower, watching the mechanism of my own dissolution tick away in the slow, grinding rotation of the gears. It was the season of the long nights, that ancient and unyielding time when the...
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