The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fog swallowed the bridge. It did not roll in; it arrived with the sudden, violent certainty of a verdict. One moment, the gray water of the Hudson lay flat and indifferent under the October sun. The next, a wall of white mist erased the far bank, the city skyline, and the sky itself. You stood on the pedestrian walkway, your breath hitching in your throat. The air tasted of wet concrete and...

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