The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne. The voice came from the end of the long, gray corridor, low and sharp as a snip of shears. You turned. Inspector Vane stood by the heavy steel door, his uniform pressed to a rigid shine, his eyes fixed on you with the flat, assessing look of a man checking the weight of a sack of grain. He did not smile. He did not offer a hand. He simply waited, and the silence in the hallway grew...

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