The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The train hissed against the iron rails, a long, shuddering exhale that seemed to stretch the very fabric of the twilight into a thin, translucent membrane, and in the third-class carriage, amidst the scent of wet wool and rusted iron, Margaret Holloway pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the industrial landscape of Yorkshire blur into a monochrome smear of soot and dying...

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