The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink bled. It was not drying. It was eating. I stared at the page. The letters were alive. They writhed in the wet darkness of the paper. My hand shook. I held the pen. The steel was cold. It bit into my palm. My sister, Eleanor, lay on the bed. She did not breathe. Her face was pale. It was a mask. A porcelain mask. Her eyes were open. They saw nothing. She was gone. She had been gone for...

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