The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The soup was always cold when you served it, Thomas. You knew this. You had known it for twenty years, ever since the day the war ended and you came home with hands that smelled of iron and wet earth. But you never let the heat die completely. You kept the coal fire banked, just enough to warm the spoon, to keep the broth from turning into a solid, dark block of despair. You stood in the...

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