The Distant Clue
The file is incomplete, Captain. That is the only thing I can tell you. Major Halloway did not look up from his desk, his pen moving in a steady, mechanical scrawl across the carbon paper. The office was cold, the kind of damp chill that seeps into the joints and stays there, a lingering draft from the unlit radiator that smelled of wet wool and old ink. Thorne stood by the door, his uniform...
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