The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fog did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, grey wool drawn tight against the face of the world. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. Inside the St. Jude’s Archive, the air was still and cold, preserved by silence rather than machinery. Margaret Holloway sat at her desk, the wood worn smooth by centuries of hands. She held the glass vial. It was small, no larger than a thumb,...

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