The Distant Clue
The rain lashed against the single pane of glass in Elias Thorne’s office, a rhythmic, percussive assault that did little to mask the deeper, colder silence that had settled into the bones of the building. Elias sat at his desk, a magistrate’s chair that had seen better decades, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, while the draft—that persistent, uncanny chill...
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