The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The road was red. Not with autumn, for it was winter, but with the iron dust of the mines that bled into the clay. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels. He carried a bag. It was light. Inside, a coat. A gray wool coat. It had belonged to Arthur. Arthur was gone. Or so they said. Arthur was the brother. Arthur was the master. Thomas was the servant. This was the order...

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