The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

October 14, 1998 I am holding the deed to the house, or rather, the draft of the deed that the solicitor, Mr. Halloway, has left on the kitchen table, and the paper is damp with the condensation from the window, which is cracked open to let out the smell of the wet earth that has been turning over all week, and I am forty-two years old and I have been the night watchman for the past three...

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