The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear. Inside the glass-walled office on the fourteenth floor of the Municipal Archives, Julian Vane sat with his back to the window, staring at a document that had no end. He was fourteen, though he carried the stooped, weary posture of a man who had seen the heat...
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