The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain hit the slate roof. It sounded like applause. I sat in the back of the carriage. My hands were cold. They were shaking. I looked at my fingers. They were stained with dirt. And blood. Old blood. It had dried into the creases. I could not wash it out. The carriage stopped. I stepped out. The air was wet. It smelled of iron. And rot. I pulled my coat tighter. It was heavy. It weighed me...

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