The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

You are leaving. The station is loud. Steam hisses. Iron groans. You hold the jar. It is cold. Glass bites your palm. Inside, something stirs. A moth. Dead. Dry wings. Brown dust. Your sister, Elsie, stands on the platform. She is old. She was never young. Not to you. You remember her as a shadow. A hand on your shoulder. A voice saying, *Slow down, Thomas.* You did not slow down. You ran. You...

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