The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The train cuts through the fog like a blade through wet wool, and you are sitting in the back corner of the carriage, your hands folded in your lap so tightly that your knuckles have turned the color of old bone. The rhythm of the wheels is a metronome counting down to a verdict you have already written. You are a man who has been condemned by the world, though the gavel has not yet fallen. The...

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