The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain on the mountain pass did not fall; it hung in the air, a cold, grey curtain that erased the world beyond the next bend. I wiped the sleet from my goggles, the glass fogging instantly against my breath. Behind me, the convoy of supply trucks idled, their engines coughing black smoke into the stillness. We were three days from the base, moving through a stretch of highland that the maps...

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