The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost had claimed the orchard before dawn. It clung to the apple trees like white lace, brittle and silent. I stood at the gate, my hand resting on the iron bar. The metal was cold. It bit into my palm. I did not pull away. I had to see it. I had to break it. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The wind died down in the valley. It held its breath. I looked back at the manor. It stood on the...

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