The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey and endless curtain that erased the boundary between the earth and the sky, turning the courtyard of the Abbey of Saint Jude into a shallow, trembling lake that reflected the dying light of the afternoon. I sat upon the cold stone steps, my knees drawn up to my chest, listening to the water drip from the eaves in a rhythm that sounded, to my...
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