The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. It was the midwinter feast of the manor, a time when the frost bit at the window glass and the hearth fire roared like a living thing. Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak table, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He was a man of few words, a keeper of the gate, a soldier whose duty was to watch the lord’s borders. His eyes were dark, tired,...

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