The Distant Clue
The mud on the road to Oakhaven was the color of dried blood, thick and sucking at the tires of my wagon as I rolled into town under a sky the shade of a bruise. I am Elias Thorne, Sheriff of a district that does not exist on most maps, and I had been drinking since dawn, not out of habit, but to keep the cold from settling in my bones before I had to face the men who owned the coal and the men...
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