The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Thorne, the sergeant barked from the doorway of the boarding house, his voice rough as the unpolished timber of the doorframe, you are late for the train. Elias Thorne did not turn. He stood by the window, watching the coal dust settle on the sill in a pattern that looked too much like a face, too much like the man he had buried three days prior. The light in Blackwood was always gray, a flat,...

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