The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hammered the tin roof of the ward. It was a rhythmic, violent drumming that drowned out the coughing in the adjacent bunks. Sergeant Elias Thorne lay on his back, eyes fixed on the condensation dripping from the ceiling beams. He was not sleeping. He was counting. One drop. Two drops. Three. The rhythm was irregular, like a broken heart. A footstep creaked on the wet stone floor. Elias...

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