The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain fell in sheets, gray and cold, against the windowpane. You stood by the door. Your hand trembled on the iron latch. Outside, the fog swallowed the street. It swallowed the names of men. It swallowed the truth. You turned back to the table. The bowl sat in the center. It was blue porcelain. It held a soup. Steam rose from it in thin, white ribbons. The smell was thick. It was the smell...

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