The Distant Clue
The wire was loose, Thorne noted, tapping the brass casing of the telegraph key with a calloused thumb. He did not look up from the map spread across the scarred oak table, his eyes fixed on the red ink marking the boundary of the Halloway estate. The static in the air had begun again, a low-frequency hum that made the teeth ache and the hair on his forearms stand up, a sensation he had learned...
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