The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost bit the stone of the refectory floor. Brother Alaric did not feel it. He stood alone in the vaulted silence, his hands folded over the wooden lectern. The air smelled of damp wool and old parchment. It was the Hour of Matins, yet no one else had come. The candles guttered in the draft from the high windows, casting long, wavering shadows that danced like restless spirits against the...

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