The Distant Clue
The rain tapped against the corrugated roof of the intake station, a rhythmic, hollow drumming that seemed to vibrate in the bones of everyone who worked there. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, just a constant, gray persistence that matched the mood of the building. Elias Vane stood by the window, watching the wipers of a black sedan scrape the wet pavement outside. He was a...
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