The Distant Clue
Chapter One Ralph Cranfield stood in the mud, watching the water run in rivulets across the courtyard, and knew that the ledger was already gone. He was thirty-two, a carter whose mule was dying, and the rain was the second rain that finished the first, a physical weight on his shoulders that made the bones of his back ache. The house hummed. It was a low vibration, felt in the teeth rather...
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