The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron bit bit into my mouth. It tasted of rust. I bit back. I did not scream. I held my tongue. I looked at the man in the blue tunic. He was fat. His face was red. He smelled of sweat and stale wine. He held a quill. He dipped it. He wrote. I looked at the wall. The stone was cold. It was rough. It scraped my cheek. I leaned against it. The scratch hurt. I liked the pain. It was real. The...

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