The Distant Clue
The glass in the reading room did not shatter; it simply ceased to exist, leaving a jagged mouth in the window frame through which the cold October air rushed in, carrying with it the acrid, metallic tang of cordite that had been seeping through the ventilation shafts for the last three hours. I stood frozen, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sudden, violent awareness that the...
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