The Distant Clue
Chapter One The air in the study had the weight of wet wool, heavy and suffocating, pressing against my lungs with every shallow breath I took while trying to focus on the folklore notes. I am Joana Sousa, thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last six months in this decaying estate in Alfama, convinced that my thesis on local superstitions was the only thing keeping me anchored to the...
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