The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink in the well had turned the colour of a bruise, thick and cold against the skin. Isla Nisbet woke with her fingers submerged to the second knuckle in the basin, the black stain already working into the whorls of her palms, a permanent record of the night’s work. She was thirty-two years old, a union organiser who had been blacklisted from the mainland yards, and she lived in a bedsit on...

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