The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost bites the glass. You press your forehead against it. It is cold. It is sharp. You are the Warden. You are the Judge. You are the Man. The room is small. The stone walls breathe. They are old. They are wet. The air tastes of dust and iron. You sit. You wait. The light is low. It comes from a single brazier. It flickers. It dances. It dies. You are alone. Or so you tell yourself. There...

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