The Distant Clue
The soot of Oakhaven did not merely settle; it permeated, a fine, grey silt that coated the lungs and the conscience in equal measure, and it was into this suffocating atmosphere that Elias Thorne arrived in the autumn of 1893, clutching a glass vial so small it could have been mistaken for a tear caught in amber. He was thirty-two years old, though the hollows beneath his eyes suggested a man...
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