The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the windowpane of my office in the precinct, a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounded less like weather and more like a countdown. I sat behind the desk, my hands resting on the surface, fingers laced together. On the desk, between my coffee mug and a stack of case files, sat the brass compass. It was old, the casing tarnished by years...

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