The Distant Clue
The mud on the road was thick and black, smelling of wet iron and rot. Elias walked. His boots were old leather, patched three times with scrap hide from a dead ox. The patch was darker than the rest. It held. He carried a bundle on his back. Inside the bundle was the grey cloak. It was his mother’s cloak. The wool was thick. It smelled of lavender and dust. He had not washed it in years. He...
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