The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron bit of the sword is in your hand. It is cold. It is heavier than it looks. You are standing in the courtyard of the King’s Hall, and the air is thick with the smell of blood and wet stone. Rain has been falling for three days. It has turned the moss into a slick, dark mirror that reflects the grey sky above. You do not look up. You look only at the blade. The blade does not look back....

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