The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The air in the Chancery of the High Court smelled of wet wool and old varnish. It was a scent that clung to the skin, heavy and suffocating, like the breath of a dying man held too long. Margaret stood before the Judge’s bench, her hands clasped so tightly behind her back that her knuckles had turned the color of bone. She had come to beg for a reprieve. She had come to offer her soul, her...

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