The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray mist that clung to the glass of the precinct’s third-floor window, blurring the city lights into smears of amber and white. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back to the room, staring into the fog, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers digging into the rough wool of his jacket. He was a man who had carried the weight of the world on...
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