The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The gate was iron. It was thick. It did not move. Margaret stood before it. The cold bit her face. The air smelled of wet stone. And old blood. She held a lantern. The flame shook. Her hands were steady. But her heart was not. She was a woman of the lower ward. She wore a grey cloak. It was heavy. It dragged on the mud. Inside, she carried a scribe’s quill. It was dry. It was useless. But it...

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