The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a sound like the settling of old bones, as we descended the long, silted road toward the house of my uncle, Arthur. It was late October in the valley of the Thames, and the air tasted of wet iron and decaying leaves, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I was twelve, a year of peculiar silence, and I sat with my hands folded in my...

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