The Distant Clue
The rain had turned the highway into a sheet of liquid mercury, blurring the white lines into a continuous, humming streak. You kept your eyes on the mirror, not the road. In the rearview, the reflection of the badge was gone, but the weight of the jacket still sat on your shoulders like a stone. The wool was soaked through, heavy and cold, clinging to your spine. It was a dark green thing,...
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