The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The train cuts through the dark like a blade through wet cloth, and you are pressed against the glass, your breath fogging the cold pane. You are seven years old, and you are looking for your hands. They are not where they should be. They are missing from your wrists, dissolving into the shadow of the seat behind you, turning into smoke that drifts up toward the ceiling of the carriage. You do...

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