The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall; it was pressed against the windowpanes like a thousand pale fingers. Elias sat in the center of the stone cell, his back against the cold wall. He was a man of few words, built for the quiet violence of his trade. A soldier. A keeper of the peace in a town that had forgotten how to keep it itself. His hands were large, the knuckles swollen and scarred from decades of...

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