The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hit the glass. Hard. I held my ground. The cell was small. Cold. Iron bars. Rust. The air tasted of metal and damp wool. I was the warden. I was the prisoner. The walls breathed. Or I did. It was hard to tell. My name is Elias Thorne. I wore the badge. It was heavy. Gold. A sun that never rose. I stood in the center. The floor was concrete. Cracked. Like a dried riverbed. I had been...

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