The Distant Clue
The bell rang at dawn. It was not the church bell, which hung silent in the cracked steeple of St. Jude’s, but the heavy iron clapper in the courtyard of the Ashworth estate. Margaret Holloway stood at the window. She did not look out. She looked at the mirror on the table. Her face was pale. Her hands were steady. She held the chalice. It was silver. It was cold. It was the only thing in the...
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