The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Three days. That is what I had left. Three days until my pension cleared, three days until I stopped being Elias Thorne, Senior Agent, and started being just a man with bad knees and a mortgage. I counted the hours on the clock in the station breakroom. Tick. Tick. Tick. The second hand moved with the indifference of a metronome in an empty room. I had one job left. One file. Sarah Vance....

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