The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hit the asphalt like a hammer striking tin. You ran. Your lungs burned. The air tasted of ozone and wet dust. You were not running from the police. You were running from the truth. It sat in your pocket. Heavy. Cold. A crumpled piece of paper. You stopped at the edge of the woods. The trees were black silhouettes against the grey sky. You breathed in. Out. In. Out. Your heart hammered...

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