The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream was always the same: a path of white limestone, cracked down the center, leading to a door that was not there. I woke at dawn, the sweat cooling on my back, the sound of the wind rattling the shutters of the old house. I am thirty-two years old. For twelve years, I have carried the weight of my father’s name, Thomas Bradshaw, a man the town of Oakhaven declared a thief, a man who...

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