The Distant Clue
The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the world outside the station into a blur of mud and indistinguishable shadows. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the waiting room, a space that smelled of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old fear. He was a large man, his shoulders broad enough to block out the dim light of the overhead...
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