The Distant Clue
The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a grey curtain of mist that clung to the high-rise windows of the architectural firm where Margaret had spent the last twelve years of her life, and as she stared out into the indistinguishable blur of the city below, she felt the specific, grinding weight of her own silence pressing against the inside of her skull, a pressure...
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