The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain of static over the black water of the harbor. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the deck of the patrol boat, his knuckles white on the rail. He was not looking for a ship. He was looking for a mark. A single red letter carved into the hull of the derelict tugboat drifting off the breakwater. The letter T. "Signal it," Thorne said. His voice was flat....

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