The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fog did not rise so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath drawn from the belly of the marshes that swallowed the lower half of our village, leaving the upper stones and the bell tower of St. Jude’s suspended in a silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. I stood on the precipice of the stone bridge, the iron railing cold and slick beneath my fingers, feeling the...

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