The Distant Clue
The ink in the ledger was still wet when Elias Thorne noticed the stain. It was a thin, rust-colored line that had begun to weep from the oak paneling of the study, tracing a path down toward the mahogany desk. He dipped his pen again, signing the preliminary agreement for the sale of Blackwood Manor, and tried to ignore the warm, metallic smell that filled the room. The house had been in the...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews