The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old wood, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the throat like a stone. It was the end of the year for the Department, a gathering of men who wore their badges like scars, and the air was thick with the kind of polite exhaustion that only comes from decades of staring into the abyss. I sat at the head of the table, my uniform pressed so...

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