The Distant Clue
In the high, windswept valleys of the old kingdom, where the mist clung to the heather like a shroud and the air tasted of iron and wet stone, there lived a man named Alistair Thorne. He was a knight of the Order of the Silent Vow, a brotherhood dedicated to the preservation of the ancient rites, though their swords had long since been dulled by the weight of history and their armor had rusted...
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