The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fire started in the boiler room. It did not begin with a spark. It began with a sigh. A low, resonant exhalation that shook the dust from the rafters of the St. Jude’s Orphanage for the Aged. I was in my office, cataloging the morning’s intake of tinctures. My hands, usually steady as stone, trembled. The smell of sulfur and burnt sugar hit me before the heat. It was the smell of my...

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