The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The red coat was gone. I woke to the silence of the bedroom. The sheets were cold. The air smelled of damp wool and old rain. I knew before I opened my eyes. I knew by the weight of the absence. My mother’s coat was missing. It hung on the hook by the door. It had always hung there. It was a heavy thing, oxblood red, with a fur collar that smelled of smoke and lavender. She wore it every day....

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