The Distant Clue
The train groaned through the twilight, a skeletal beast of iron and steam that seemed to scrape against the very fabric of the evening sky, dragging a cloud of coal dust and silence in its wake. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his forehead resting against the cold glass, watching the blurred geometry of the countryside dissolve into a smear of grey and green. He was a man of modest stature and...
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