The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream was not a sequence of events but a single, sustained pressure, a heavy, wet wool that draped over the eyes and the lungs simultaneously, smelling of lanolin and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of the garment so deeply that it could no longer be scrubbed away by the most vigorous of cold-water washes. Margaret stood in the center of the...

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