The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The coat was on the chair again, folded with a precision that spoke of hands far steadier than my own, the blue wool smelling faintly of cedar and the stale, metallic tang of the attic where it should have been locked. "It’s not a ghost, Elias," I told myself, running a hand over the fabric, the fibers dry and cold against my palm. "It’s a habit. A pattern in the air. You are the archivist; you...

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