The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The feast was not a celebration but a siege, a suffocating miasma of roasted meat and stale ale that hung heavy in the stone vault of the Great Hall, where the tallow candles guttered and died one by one, leaving only the pale, sickly glow of the moon filtering through the high, narrow windows to illuminate the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the...

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