The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the world into a smear of slate and mud. You stand on the precipice of the cliff, the wind tearing at the heavy wool of your cloak, and you feel the cold seeping into your bones, a slow, numbing tide that begins at your toes and creeps upward toward your heart. Behind you, the iron gates of the Keep are...

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