The Distant Clue

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2026-08-17 14:31:00 -

The Distant Clue

The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and stale sweat. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your hands hidden beneath the heavy wool of your sleeves. The air was thick with smoke and the low rumble of voices. You were not meant to be here. You were a shadow in the corner, a servant’s daughter wearing a gown that did not fit quite right. The fabric was too coarse. The cut was too old....

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