The Distant Clue
The road was wet. It glistened under the moon like a wound that would not close. Elias Vane walked. He was a guard for the King. He carried a heavy sword. The blade was dull. The leather wrap around his hand was worn thin. It was smooth. It fit his palm like a glove. He had worn it for ten years. It was part of him. It was his skin. They sent him to the North. The orders were clear. There was a...
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