The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wind did not blow. It pushed. Mara walked. Her boots crunched on the frozen gravel. The path was a thin line. It cut through the white. Ahead, the trees stood still. They were black. They were sharp. They looked like broken teeth. She carried a bag. It was heavy. It was red. Inside, there was a letter. The ink was dry. The words were cold. "Turn back," the voice said. It was not a voice. It...

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