The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the barn. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old hay. Eleanor stood by the door. She held a lantern. The light was small. It cut through the dark. It did not reach the far corner. She waited. The town was silent. The mill had stopped turning. The river ran high and brown. It looked like mud. It looked like blood. Everyone in the village...

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