The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Chronically Unwell, a dense, gray curtain that blurred the industrial sprawl of the city beyond. Inside, the air smelled of boiled starch, antiseptic, and the faint, cloying sweetness of overripe pears. I stood in the center of the ward, my hand resting on the cold iron of the bed rail,...

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