The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The boiler room of the Halloway Textile Mill did not smell of death, not exactly. It smelled of wet ash, rust, and the sweet, cloying rot of cotton that had soaked in too much chemical dye. It was a smell that clung to the pores, a physical weight that Margaret Ashworth felt settling into her lungs with every breath she took in the dim, red-lit chamber. She stood before the great iron heart of...

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