The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, before the sound of the clinking glasses could cover it up. Elias Thorne did not look up immediately. He kept his eyes on the silver platter of canapés, watching a sprig of parsley wilt under the heat of the chandelier, while the left hand resting on the mahogany table jerked in a rhythmic, involuntary spasm. He was forty-two years old, an...

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