The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

You are at the gate. The iron is cold. It bites into your palm. You do not let go. The castle rises behind you, a stone jaw clench against the gray sky. You have served it. You have bled for it. Now you leave. The fog is thick. It swallows your feet. It swallows the road. You walk north. Your body is a map of bruises. The pain is a familiar friend. It sits in your ribs. It sits in your...

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