The Distant Clue
The file was thick with the smell of stale coffee and old paper. I sat in my corner office at Meridian Insurance, the glass walls reflecting a city that had turned the color of wet ash. Outside, the traffic moved in a slow, grinding rhythm, a mechanical pulse that matched the ticking of the clock on my desk. Inside, the silence was heavy, pressurized, waiting for me to make a decision that felt...
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