The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wool coat had been hanging on the hook by the back door for three years, its fabric thinning at the elbows and the collar, worn smooth by the hands of a woman who no longer existed. Margaret Holloway sat on the edge of her narrow bed in the single room she rented above the general store in Ashworth, listening to the rain tap against the windowpane. It was a persistent, gray rain, the kind...

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