The Distant Clue
The coat hung on the hook. It was red. Eleanor stood in the hallway. She did not move. The wood floor creaked. She looked at the fabric. The wool was soft. It was her mother’s coat. It had been gone for three days. Her phone buzzed. She ignored it. The light from the streetlamp outside cut a square on the wall. The coat filled the square. She reached out. Her fingers brushed the lapel. Cold....
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