The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The morning light cut through the high, barred window, a pale blade that sliced the dust motes hanging in the stagnant air. It fell across the iron bars, turning them into a cage of bright, cold lines that Elias Thorne could not stop staring at. He was forty-two years old, and his hands were shaking so violently that he had to grip the rusted metal to keep from collapsing onto the straw...

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