The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wind in the pines was a low, continuous groan. It sounded like the house itself was breathing, a deep, tidal rhythm that settled in the marrow of your bones. You stood at the window of the study. The glass was cold against your fingertips. Outside, the snow lay thick and white, erasing the footprints that had led you here. It erased the path back to the city, back to the office, back to the...

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