The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The baker’s hands smelled of yeast and iron. It was a scent that clung to the pores, a ghost of the work, refusing to leave even after the scrubbing. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the shop, the air thick with the humidity of the city outside. It was a grey, formless day. The clock on the wall did not tick. It simply existed, a silent mouth holding its breath. He looked at the loaf on the...

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