The Distant Clue
The silence in the house on Elm Street did not feel like emptiness, but rather like a held breath, a pressurized vacuum that Margot Halloway had been slowly exhaling into the world for the better part of a decade, until the air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of her unspoken grief. She stood in the center of the drawing room, a space that had been curated with the meticulous, almost...
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