The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it hammered against the glass of the courtroom, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the soles of my shoes. I sat in the front row, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, the wood of the bench cold and slick against my palms. Before me, the accused stood in the center of the room, a man named Elias Thorne, his head...

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