The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the cell, heavy and wet, spoken by a voice that was not a voice. It was Clara’s voice, or the memory of it, scraped thin by twenty years of silence. Elias Thorne did not look up. He sat on the stone floor, his back against the rough-hewn wall, listening to the arrhythmic thud of his own heart. It beat like a fist knocking on a door that would not open....

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