The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

He dreamed of a hand. It was his own, but larger. The knuckles were swollen, red, and raw. The nails were torn. In the dream, he held a small, silver object. It was cold. He squeezed it. The metal bit into his palm. He woke with his fist clenched. The room was dark. The air smelled of coal smoke and old paper. He lay still. His heart hammered against his ribs. A slow, heavy rhythm. He opened...

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