The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The air in the Whitmore & Sons Textile Mill hung thick with the scent of wet wool and machine oil, a grey shroud that clung to my twelve-year-old skin as I stood alone in the counting room, the only light a single, sputtering gas lamp that cast my shadow long and distorted against the brickwork. I was Elias, a clerk’s apprentice of no particular renown, but in this moment, I was a man with a...

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