The Distant Clue
The rain had been falling on the roof of the single-story brick building for three days, a relentless, gray drumbeat that seemed to drown out the sound of the world outside, and inside, in the back room where the air smelled of stale coffee and wet wool, Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the metal desk with his hands flat on the surface, feeling the cold seep through his palms, his eyes fixed on the...
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