The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The left knee had begun to lie to me before the winter truly set in. It was a subtle deception at first, a soft grinding in the joint that sounded like dry leaves skittering across a stone patio. I was alone in the great hall of the Whitmore estate, a house so old that the beams in the ceiling seemed to be breathing with the weight of centuries. The air was thick with the smell of damp wool and...

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