The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced down, a grey, relentless sheet that turned the courtyard of Blackwood Manor into a slurry of mud and rotting leaves. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and hunched by two decades of bending over ledgers, stood beneath the eaves of the portico, his coat soaked through to the skin, clutching a leather-bound book to his chest as if it were a living...

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