The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The old house at the end of the lane did not merely stand; it endured, a skeletal thing of rotting oak and slate that had outlived the hands that built it and the names that were once scratched into its lintels, and I stood before it now, in the wet November rain that slicked my boots and blurred the world into a grey smear, waiting for the knock that had been promised to me in a letter that...

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