The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The hourglass on the desk had been running for forty-five minutes, the sand a thin, gray vein connecting two glass bulbs. Elias Thorne counted the grains falling, a nervous habit born of long waits in interrogation rooms where silence was a weapon. He was forty-two, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service etched into the knuckles of his hands, and he sat alone in the break room of...

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