The Distant Clue
The rain tapped against the windowpane. A rhythmic, hollow sound. "You missed it," said Julian. He sat by the fire. The flames ate the dark. His face was a flickering map of shadows. "I was at the library," Elias replied. His voice was thin. Fragile. Like dry leaves. "The library is closed. It has been closed for three days." Elias looked at his hands. They were trembling. He hid them in his...
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