The Distant Clue
The boy stood at the edge of the treeline, his breath visible in the crisp November air, watching the hawk that had been his constant companion for the last three weeks, a creature of sharp angles and silent judgment that seemed less like a bird and more like a fragment of his own fractured mind hovering just out of reach. He was twelve, a boy named Julian who had learned early that the world...
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