The Distant Clue
The banquet in the study was not for guests, but for the silence, which had grown so thick in Blackwood Manor that it seemed to press against the windows like a physical weight. Dr. Elias Thorne sat at the long oak table, his hands trembling slightly as he arranged the leather-bound journals of the late Lord Blackwood, a task undertaken not out of scholarly curiosity but out of the desperate,...
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