The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The bolt is missing, Margaret. Margaret Holloway looked up from the hem of the shawl she was finishing, her fingers stained indigo with the dye she had used that morning. The Guild Master, a thin man named Alistair who smelled of dried lavender and old paper, stood in the doorway of her small cottage. He did not step inside. He hovered in the threshold, where the damp of the lane met the dry...

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