The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fog in Manchester was not a natural phenomenon but a manufactured one, a thick, sulfurous blanket that smelled of coal dust and wet wool, settling over the city’s brick facades with the weight of a verdict. Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old and stiff with the cold that seeped through his greatcoat, stood before the War Office annex on Ancoats Street, his hands clasped behind his...

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