The Distant Clue
The air in the hall of the manor hung heavy, thick with the scent of dried lavender and the metallic tang of old blood, a smell that Captain Elias Thorne had carried in his nostrils for three days without sleep, a physical weight that pressed against his temples and made his vision blur at the edges where the shadows pooled in the corners of the room. He stood alone in the center of the oak...
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