The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wool shawl was warm, though the November air in the St. Jude’s corridor had turned sharp enough to bite through wool and cotton alike. I held the ends of it in my hands, feeling the strange, localized silence it seemed to create around my shoulders, a quiet pocket in the constant hum of the institution. It was 1912, and I was thirty years old, a senior archivist with twelve years of...

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