The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron bit dug into Edward Ashworth’s mouth. He tasted rust. He tasted blood. The horse beneath him was a beast of war, black as a void, its eyes wide and rolling in the torchlight. Around them, the courtyard of the keep was a square of mud and stone. It was night. It was cold. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and old sweat. Edward was a man of the law. Or so he had told himself. He...

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