The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it was dragged down from a bruised, purple sky by a gravity that seemed heavier than usual, striking the wet slate of the roof with a sound like static electricity cracking against the skin of the world. Sergeant Major Arthur Hale stood at the center of the hallway, his boots leaving dark, damp prints on the polished hardwood, and he held the object in his hands...
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