The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The first thing I noticed about Julian was not his face, but the way his fingernails had turned the color of old slate, brittle and cracking at the edges like dry riverbed clay. He was nineteen, a boy from the county line who had stolen a truck to get to a funeral he couldn’t afford to miss, and now he sat in the intake cell, shivering in a thin blanket while the fluorescent lights above us...

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