The Distant Clue
Chapter One The air in the port hangar tasted of rust and wet wool, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine dust. Eugene Ledbetter stood before the Chief Magistrate’s desk, his uniform frayed at the cuffs where the fabric had worn thin against the rough wool of his belt, and he watched the man across the table tap a silver pen against the...
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