The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The morning fog clung to the cobblestones of the Palace of Winds like a wet wool shawl, heavy and suffocating, turning the grand spires into ghostly silhouettes that vanished into the grey nothingness above. Elara stood at the base of the Tower of Whispers, her hand resting on the cold iron railing, her fingers numb not from the chill but from the trembling that had become her constant...

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