The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The boy stood at the edge of the platform, his breath misting in the cold iron air. The station was a cathedral of soot and steam, a place where the world ended and the rails began. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that trembled not from the cold but from the weight of what he carried. It was not a bag. It was not a letter. It was a name. A name he had swallowed like a stone....

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