The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost bit into the wool of your cloak as you climbed the final steps of the iron bridge. Below, the river churned, black and silent, carrying the silt of a dying season. You were a clerk, a man of ink and indigo, yet today your hands trembled not from the cold but from the weight of the object in your satchel. It was a small, brass astrolabe, tarnished by time and touch. It belonged to your...

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