The Distant Clue
The tie was wrong for the season, a heavy wool thing that smelled of pipe tobacco and old carpet, but Elias kept it knotted tight around his throat because it was the only thing that felt like armor. "You’re reading the footnotes again, Elias." The voice came from the top of the stairs, dry and clipped, carrying the specific chill of the basement where the heating pipes groaned and rusted....
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