The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Margaret sat on the edge of the bed. The room was dark. Only the moonlight cut through the glass. It made a pale square on the floor. She watched it. Her hands were still. They trembled only at the tips. She was waiting. The house stood on the hill. It was old. Stone and ivy. It had stood for two centuries. It would stand after she was gone. The war had ended three days ago. The guns were...

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