The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wind howled through the eaves of the old manor. It was a sound like teeth grinding on bone. I stood at the center of the hall. My hands were trembling. The candles flickered. Their light was weak. It could not hold the shadows back. The shadows moved. They stretched across the floor. They touched my feet. I felt a coldness rise. It was not the wind. It was something else. Something old....

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