The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dinner was a massacre of silver and linen. Marcus stood at the head of the table. He cut the roast. The knife was sharp. It sliced through the fat. The juice ran red. It stained the white cloth. It looked like a wound. It looked like life. He wore his dress blues. The medals clinked. They were cold against his throat. He felt their weight. He felt the weight of the room. The guests watched...

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