The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hit the window of the holding cell with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a mechanical interrogation. I sat on the cold steel bench, my hands cuffed behind my back, the metal biting into the soft skin of my wrists. The air in the precinct station was stale, thick with the smell of wet wool and floor wax, a scent that seemed to seep into the fibers of my shirt and cling...

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