The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Maren stood in the center of the churning, gray expanse, her boots sinking into the wet, sucking mud that smelled of rotting kelp and ancient, buried stone, while the wind tore at her hair like a pack of feral dogs seeking a wound to feed upon. The storm had not broken; it had only deepened, a low, thrumming hum in the bones of the earth that seemed to vibrate up through the soles of her feet...

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