The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to the wool of Eleanor’s coat and seeped into the marrow of her bones. She stood at the edge of the reservoir, the water below a sheet of hammered iron, reflecting the grey, featureless sky. There was no wind to ruffle the surface, no ripple to break the terrible stillness. Around her, the town of Oakhaven lay...

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