The Distant Clue
The hands of Elara Blackwood were not like the hands of other women. They were long, pale, and mapped with veins that looked like roots beneath ice. In the town of Oakhaven, where the fog rolled in thick from the river every morning, they were known to bring luck to the grain. Or so the farmers said. But luck was a thin thing to eat. Elara worked the loom in the large hall of the Abbey, a place...
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