The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The tower stood in the center of the field. It was not made of stone. It was made of bone. White ribs curved inward, forming a cage that held the sky. The air tasted of iron and old rain. Margaret held the doorframe. It was warm. It was alive. It pulsed against her palms. She had walked for three days. Or perhaps it had been three years. Time did not move here. It pooled. It stagnated. She was...

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