The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall; it struck. It hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the outpost with a rhythm that sounded less like weather and more like a verdict, a relentless, percussive accusation that drummed into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He sat in the center of the small, windowless command post, a square of concrete and steel that had been bolted into the side of a cliff face...
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