The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fire starts in the rafters. It does not roar. It whispers. A dry, hissing sound, like a secret being told too loudly. You are standing in the center of the cell. The stone is cold against your bare feet. You are Thomas Bradshaw. You know this name. You know the weight of it. It sits on your chest like a stone you have carried for ten years. The flames lick the edge of the ceiling. The heat...

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