The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wind in the eaves sounds like Arthur is clearing his throat. I know the rhythm of it, the dry, rattling cough that comes just before he speaks, though he never does. It is a comfort to have him here, even if he only whispers in the draft. I sit at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that has gone cold, and I listen to the silence between the sounds. My daughter, Lily, is...

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