The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that smelled of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of old coins, clinging to the windowpane of the apartment where I sat, feeling the weight of my own reflection staring back at me with a face I no longer recognized. I had been here for three days, waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for the world to acknowledge that I was...

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