The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The autumn wind off the North Sea did not howl so much as it gnashed, a low, grinding sound that seemed to come from the teeth of the earth itself. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the iron gate of St. Jude’s Monastery, his knuckles white as he gripped the rusted bars. He was forty years old, a man whose spine had been straightened by twenty years of military service, and he looked now like a...

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