The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hit the glass. A steady, cold drum. I sat in the chair. The wood creaked. It was a small room. Stone walls. No windows but one. The light was grey. The air was thick. It tasted of dust and old blood. I was the captain. I wore the grey coat. It was too heavy. It clung to me. It was wet. Across the table sat Thomas. He did not look at me. He looked at the floor. His hands were still....

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