The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain lashed the glass of the infirmary. It was a cold, metallic sound. I watched a drop slide down the pane. It left a smear. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. I sat in the corner. My legs were bare. The floor was stone. It was cold. I felt the chill in my bones. I am not a doctor. I am not a nurse. I am a clerk. I keep the records. I count the deaths. My name is Arthur. I have worked...

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