The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall. It hung, a gray veil between the earth and the sky, soaking the bones of the land until the mud became a living thing, clinging to our boots with a hunger that felt personal. I looked up at the ruins of the watchtower. It stood alone on the ridge, stripped of its timber, its stones weeping with the damp. "Are you certain it was here?" I asked. My voice sounded thin,...

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