The Distant Clue
"Put it down," I said. My voice was a rasp. A dry leaf skittering across gravel. The letter sat on the desk. White. Stark. It hummed. I could feel it humming. It was the only thing in the room that mattered. The clock ticked. One second. Two. Three. "Margaret," the doctor said. His name was Dr. Aris. He wore a gray suit. It was clean. Too clean. "You must put it down." I did not move. My hand...
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