The Distant Clue
The sky tore open before the bell rang. It was not thunder. Thunder is a sound. This was a silence that had weight. It pressed against the roof of the house, against my eardrums, against the back of my eyes. I stood in the kitchen. The linoleum was cold. The coffee in the mug was cold. The world outside had turned to gray static. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a fighter. I have broken bones for...
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