The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall; it stood. It hung in the air of the precinct like a grey curtain, heavy and wet, smelling of wet wool and old iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the droplets trace their slow, inevitable paths down the glass. He did not blink. He had not blinked in a long time. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and fear. The room was not a room. It...

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