The Distant Clue
The road into the Hinterland was not a path but a scar, a deep, reddish furrow torn into the face of the earth by the relentless passage of carts and the heavy tread of those who carried the weight of the Crown in their boots. It was a place where the air tasted of iron and rot, where the trees grew so thick and twisted that they seemed to be whispering secrets to one another in a language...
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