The Distant Clue
The glass shattered not with a sharp, decisive crack but with a dull, sickening thud that seemed to absorb the surrounding silence before releasing it back into the room in a shower of jagged, glittering fragments. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the parlor, her hands trembling so violently that she could not steady the empty air where the mirror had once hung, while her husband,...
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