The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mist in Oakhaven did not lift; it thickened. It clung to the thatched roofs and the wet stone of the churchyard, a grey veil that smelled of rot and wet wool. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the village square, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He was forty years old, though the lines around his eyes suggested a man who had seen a century pass. He had come back from the continent,...

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