The Distant Clue
The rain has not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that dissolves the boundary between the sky and the frozen earth, and you stand at the edge of the tree line, your breath coming in ragged, white plumes that vanish almost before they are formed, feeling the cold not as a sensation on the skin but as a heavy, damp weight pressing against the inside of your chest, a weight that...
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