The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the village into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the black timber of the manor house looming above. Elias stood at the threshold, his boots heavy with mud, watching the shadow that trailed behind him detach itself from his heels and pool on the wet stone. It was not his own shadow; it was thinner, sharper, and it did not...
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