The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost bit at the windowpane of the clinic in Ashwick. It was a sharp, white silence. Elias Thorne sat in his chair. His hands were still. They had been still for three days. He waited for the sound. The sound was the key. He had come to find the key. He was the investigator. The disease was the crime. The body was the scene. It was a modern place. Clean lines. Sterile light. But the air...

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