The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mill burned. It was a red thing. Not a good red. A angry red. The smoke tasted of iron and old dust. Elias stood on the hill. He watched. He did not run. He held the key. It was heavy. It was warm. It burned his palm. But he held it. "Did you see?" Thomas asked. Thomas was the old man. Thomas had hands like roots. They were brown and twisted. "Did you see the sparks, Elias?" Elias nodded....

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