The Distant Clue
The dream is always the same: a corridor of white tile, endless and wet, where the floor drains away beneath your feet, leaving you suspended in a grey void that hums. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth and the clock on the nightstand reading 3:14 AM. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a city inspector for the Department of Public Safety, and you have three days left on your life....
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