The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain in London did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a smear of wet stone and diesel smoke. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the platform’s edge, his left hand gripping the brass railing until his knuckles turned the color of old bone, while his right hand clutched the silver pocket watch against his chest. The watch was warm, a living thing...

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