The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The trowel bit into the mortar with a sound like a dry bone snapping. Elias Thorne wiped his brow, the plaster dust mixing with the sweat to form a gray mask over his features. He was forty years old, and his hands, once steady enough to draft the arches of the city’s new railway station, now trembled with a vibration that seemed to originate in the earth itself. The east wing of Blackwood...

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