The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The taste of copper was the first thing that returned to me, followed by the dry, dusty scent of old paper and the low, hum of the ventilation system in the basement archive. I woke with a start, my fingers tangled in a woolen scarf that had been around my neck for thirty years, a habit born of a winter in Lyon that never quite left my lungs. I was standing. I had not been standing a moment...

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