The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The damp in the basement of the Whitmore Textile Mill did not merely settle; it lived, a cold, wet presence that seeped into the marrow of those who worked the night shift. Elias Thorne sat on a wooden crate, his back against the humming machinery, clutching a frayed wool coat that had once been his wife’s, its fabric now thin as paper in the elbows and knees. He was thirty-four years old,...

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