The Distant Clue
The cart wheels groaned against the stone, a sound like old bones shifting in sleep. Thomas held the reins tight. His knuckles were white. The road to the Palace of Veridia was long and gray, and the air smelled of wet dust and iron. "Are you sure, Tom?" asked his brother, Silas. Silas sat on the other side of the cart. He was tall and quiet. He did not look at the road. He looked at his...
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