The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The draft in the abandoned customs house had a voice, or at least a direction, pulling at the loose floorboards and the dust motes suspended in the gray afternoon light. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the archive room, his hands clasped behind his back, watching a crumpled piece of paper slide three inches across the floor toward the gap in the skirting board. He did not flinch. He was a...

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