The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles gutted on the high table, dripping wax like frozen tears. I sat at the foot. My knees shook. Not from cold. The cold was a lie. The cold was in the air, yes, sharp as a knife, biting through my wool. But the shaking was inside. It was the fear of the ink. I held the paper. It was thin. Pale. It smelled of iron and old blood. The scribe had handed it to...

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