The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the St. Jude’s Correctional Facility for the Mentally Infirm. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear that permeated the walls. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the ward, his uniform pressed and starched, the brass buttons catching the dim light from the...

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