The Distant Clue
The rain stopped at dawn. It had been falling for three days, a gray curtain that erased the edges of the world. I stood in the kitchen of the small stone house. The floorboards creaked under my weight. I was still in uniform. The wool was heavy. It smelled of wet earth and old smoke. I looked at my hands. They were steady. That was the problem. They should have been shaking. The village was...
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