The Distant Clue
The stone tower stood at the apex of the hill, a silent, unyielding monument to a power that had long since crumbled into dust, yet it remained, stubborn and eternal, watching over the valley with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the fog and settle directly upon the soul of the boy who climbed toward it, his small hands slick with the dampness of the ancient masonry, his breath coming in...
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