The Distant Clue
The red maple leaf lay on the desk, a vibrant, impossible splash of color against the gray wood, and Elias Thorne stared at it as if it were a wound that would not stop bleeding. He was forty years old, the Sheriff of Oakhaven, a man who had built his life on the rigid architecture of duty and the cold comfort of procedure, yet here he was, sitting in the silence of his father’s abandoned...
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