The Distant Clue
The snow fell in silent sheets. It covered the valley. It covered the town. It covered the truth. Silas Vance stood before the mirror. He adjusted his tie. The knot was tight. Too tight. He loosened it. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They were clean. They were not the hands of a man who had stolen a life. Or so he believed. The office was a box of glass and steel. It sat atop the...
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