The Distant Clue
"You have forgotten the weight of the stone, Margaret." The voice did not come from the room, nor from the corridor, but seemed to unspool from the very dust motes dancing in the single beam of afternoon light that pierced the heavy velvet curtains of the drawing room. Margaret did not flinch. She had long since ceased to flinch. She sat in the high-backed wing chair, her spine straight against...
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