The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The vibration started in the teacups. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the basement of the rural police station, his back against the damp brick, the silver locket in his hand. It was cold, then hot, then cold again. The air hummed, a low, persistent drone that rattled the china on the desk before him. He had been waiting for three days. Mara was gone. The clock on the wall ticked, each second a...

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