The Distant Clue
The road to the manor is not a path but a wound in the earth, a long, ragged tear of red clay that stretches endlessly beneath the gray, leaden sky, and you walk it with your small feet aching in a rhythm that feels less like walking and more like the slow, deliberate sinking of a stone into deep water, carrying in your thin hands the heavy, broken thing that has been the center of your...
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