The Distant Clue
Act I I remember the weight of the silence more than the words, though the words were heavy enough to break the floorboards of the mine office. The clock in the wrong tower struck six, a sound like a bone snapping in the dry air, and I was still holding the packet of love letters, bundled tight in my coat pocket, feeling the sharp corners of the paper pressing into my hip. My father had been a...
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