The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The road was black. It wound like a vein. We walked. Silence held. The mist was thick. It tasted of iron. My feet were wet. Cold bit bone. I looked back. No one followed. I looked ahead. The spire rose. It pierced the fog. A needle of stone. Dark and sharp. I knew that shape. I had seen it before. In dreams. In fever. In the long nights. When the candles failed. The tower stood alone. No...

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