The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain in Leeds does not fall; it hangs, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windowpane, blurring the jagged teeth of the skyline into a watercolor smear of slate and iron. I am sitting in the archives of the university, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the metallic tang of old dust, and I am trying to read the name of a woman who does not exist, or rather, who exists...

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