The Distant Clue
The truck rattles over the potholes of Oakhaven, a rhythmic shaking that vibrates through your spine and into the hollow space where your recent memories used to live. You are fifty-two, though the mirror in the rearview makes you look older, and you are here for one reason: to find the deed to the family mill. Your sister Martha is dead, and the estate is a tangle of debts and missing papers....
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