The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The train out of the city, a rattling beast of iron and steam that smelled of wet coal and old wool, carried me toward the estate of my father, a place I had not seen in thirty years and a place that had been, until three days ago, nothing more than a vague and painful abstraction in the back of my mind. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my knees pulled up to my chest, watching...

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