The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

"You left the gate open," the foreman said. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping across gravel. I stood in the mud. The rain had stopped, but the air was still heavy, wet with a cold that seeped into the bone. I held the bundle against my chest. It was wrapped in oilcloth, stiff with age. Inside, a single branch of hawthorn. Dried. Brittle. The thorns had turned black. "I didn't leave it," I...

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