The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain. Wet wool. I stood at the gate. My boots were soaked. The leather creaked. A dry sound. Sharp. I held the ring. It was cold. Iron. Heavy. It ate into my thumb. The metal was black. Not rust. Just dark. Like a bruise. Like a shadow that had weight. I looked back. The house stood there. Stone. Grey. Silent. The windows were dark. Eyes closed....

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