The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the valley like a second, wetter layer of flesh. Elias Thorne stood alone at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the mud that was slowly turning to slurry, the weight of his service rifle resting against his shoulder not as a tool of war but as an anchor to a reality that was rapidly...
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