The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The smoke tasted of iron and rot. I stood in the square. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the rumor. That was the lie. Inside, I was a ruin. The town of Blackwater was small. It sat at the end of the valley, choked by the factories that rose like gray teeth against the sky. We were the gears. We were the oil. We were the dust that settled on the windowsills and in the...

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