The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The bread was stale. You knew it by the weight in your hand, dense and cold as a river stone. It was the last of the loaf. The men sat around the long table in the mess hall, their faces lit by the flickering oil lamps. The air smelled of damp wool, unwashed skin, and the metallic tang of old blood. You held the bread tight. It was yours. You had earned it with your sword and your sweat. The...

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