The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron key lay on the mahogany table, cold and heavy as a small dead bird, its teeth worn smooth by the friction of a thousand lock-tumblers, and Eleanor sat before it in the silence of the dining room, her hands folded tightly in her lap to keep them from trembling, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of afternoon light that pierced the gloom of the manor house. She was a woman...

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