The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hit the window like static. I watched it bead and run. It was the only motion in the room. Outside, the world was a smear of grey and black. Inside, the air was still. Too still. I sat in the chair by the desk. My hands were folded in my lap. They looked pale. They looked wrong. I knew they were mine. I knew I was Marcus. But the distance between the name and the body was widening. It...

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