The Distant Clue
The siren screamed. It tore through the gray morning like a blade through silk. Elias Vance did not flinch. He stood in the center of the intersection, his hand raised in a rigid salute. The concrete beneath his boots hummed with the vibration of the crowd. They were running. Not away from the heat. Not away from the fire that had swallowed the bank on Main Street. They were running toward the...
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