The Distant Clue
The truck engine coughed, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to scrape against the throat of the winter morning, and Elias stood on the tailgate, his boots slipping on the icy metal as he watched the rearview mirror shrink the town of Harrow Creek into a gray smear of smoke and silence. He was fifty-three years old, his face a topography of deep-set lines and weathered skin, the kind of...
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