The Distant Clue
The stone wall of the old town did not merely separate the industrial district from the residential quarter; it held them in a state of perpetual, grinding suspension, a jagged scar of mortar and granite that Elias Thorne had walked for twenty-two years. At forty, his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that mirrored the instability of the foundation beneath his boots, a physical reminder...
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