The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and crushed pine needles. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the mud, and watched the heron take flight. It was a great gray bird, its wingspan wide enough to blot out the pale sky, its neck folded tight against its chest as if holding a secret. Margaret watched...

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