The Distant Clue
The train shudders. It is a low, grinding vibration that travels up through the soles of your shoes and settles in your knees. You are in a third-class carriage. The air smells of coal dust, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear. Outside, the landscape of the Rhineland blurs into a gray smear. Rain lashes the glass. You are heading toward the border. You are heading toward the end. In your...
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