The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wren sings. It sings to me. I am the wren. My feathers are gray. My heart is a drum. I stand in the hall. The stone is cold. My boots creak. The guards watch. Their eyes are hard. They see a prisoner. I see a bird. "You are late," says the Warden. He sits at the desk. His face is long. He wears black silk. He does not look up. "You are late, Thomas." "I was walking," I say. My voice is low....

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