The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The lilies at the center of the table were not merely flowers but a congregation of white throats, open and silent, humming a low vibration that Elias Thorne felt not in his ears but in the grinding of his molars. He stood at the head of the mahogany banquet, his hands clasped before him to hide the tremor that had begun three weeks ago, a palsy that seized his fingers when he attempted to hold...

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