The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink is still wet on the ledger when you wake, though you are not at your desk. You are standing in the middle of the cobbled square of Oakhaven, the town that has swallowed you whole, and the air tastes of copper and old rain. In your hand, you hold a slip of paper. It is not a receipt, nor a contract, but a brand. A single, jagged letter, *V*, etched into the fiber of the page with a...

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