The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hit the glass. It drummed. A steady, metallic rhythm. Silas stood by the window. He watched the water streak the pane. He adjusted his tie. Tight. Too tight. His badge hung on the desk. Cold steel. Heavy. The room was white. Sterile. The air smelled of bleach and ozone. He was alone. The door opened. Dr. Aris stepped in. He held a tablet. "Silas," he said. "We need to talk." Silas...

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