The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

"Elara, stop that." The voice came from the doorway, low and clipped, cutting through the hiss of the steam. I did not turn. I was holding the canvas bag over the vent, the one near the carding engine, where the mist was thickest and coldest. The air in the mill smelled of wet wool, rust, and the sharp, metallic tang of the machine’s own fatigue. I could feel the fog clinging to my forearms, a...

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