The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The hawk is dead. It sits on the stone. Its wings are broken. The feathers are wet. They smell of rain and old blood. You look at it. You do not blink. The eye is open. It is white. It is clouded. You remember when it was sharp. You remember when it cut the wind. Now it is just meat. Now it is just weight. You are far from home. The road is hard. The mud is deep. Your boots are soaked. You feel...

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