The Distant Clue
The winter that broke the bones of the fortress did not arrive with a whisper, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the leaded glass windows of the watchtower, a silence that swallowed the wind and erased the sound of the snow falling in the endless, gray fields below. Sir Julian Vane stood alone in the cramped, stone-walled room, the air thick with the...
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