The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The glass was cold under your fingertips, a stark, sharp thing that hummed with a low, electric dread. You held it in your right hand, the knuckles white, the joints swollen with the ache of old wars that had settled into your marrow. It was a shard from the Great Mirror of St. Jude, or so the court poets claimed, though you knew better. You knew it was merely a piece of leaded crystal from the...

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