The Distant Clue

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2026-08-22 13:49:03 -

The Distant Clue

The rain had stopped, but the gutters still wept a steady, rhythmic drip into the puddles forming on the cobblestones outside the magistrate’s office. You stood in the doorway, your coat heavy with damp, watching a stray dog pick at a rotting apple core near the steps. The dog did not look up when you stepped over the threshold; it was too busy with the smell of decay. Inside, the air was dry...

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