The Distant Clue
The rain hammered against the stone lintel, a relentless drumming that seemed to synchronize with the beating of your own heart, which had long since ceased to beat with any rhythm of peace. You stood in the center of the keep, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old fear, watching the candle flame shiver and die in the draft that crept through the cracks of the mortar. It was not the...
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