The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

"Stop fidgeting, Silas," the man in the grey coat said. His voice was dry as parchment. "You look like a rat in a trap." Silas wiped his hands on his apron. The apron was stained with oil and rust, deep brown marks that looked like old bruises. He did not answer. He looked at the door. It was open. It had been open for three days. Or perhaps it had always been open. Time was slippery here. Time...

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