The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The house was cold. The heat had died at dusk. I sat by the window. The glass was fogged. My breath made clouds. They vanished. The streetlight flickered outside. A yellow pulse. I watched it. I am a soldier. Or I was. The uniform is in the closet. The medal is on the shelf. It gathers dust. My name is Thomas. I am fifty-four. My knees ache. The pain is a constant guest. It sits on my chair. It...

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