The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The glass was cold in my hand. It cut into the palm. I felt the edge before I looked. A shard. Just a shard from a tumbler at the bar. It sat in the flesh, pulsing. I did not pull it out. I held it there. I watched the blood bead. It was red. It was bright. "Get a room," the bartender said. He was wiping a glass. He looked at my hand. He looked at the door. "You’re making a scene, Jack." "I’m...

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