The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The office smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a scent that had become indistinguishable from my own skin over the last decade. I sat at my desk, the third from the window on the fourteenth floor of the Meridian Data Solutions building, and watched the rain streak down the glass. It was a Tuesday. It was always a Tuesday. The calendar on my wall, a gift from my mother before she passed, hung...

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