The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down against the glass of the observation deck, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the city into a smear of wet concrete and dying neon. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back to the window, his hands clasped behind him, holding a ceramic mug that had once been white but was now a patchwork of chips and dark stains. The mug was warm, but the...

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