The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The notice was red, thin as onion skin, and it smelled of the cheap ink they used for bad news. You held it up to the single bare bulb in the office. The paper trembled, not from your hand, but from the draft that whistled through the gap in the windowless door. Three days. The tribunal sat in three days. You folded the paper and placed it on the desk, next to the cold cup of coffee that had...

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