The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The bowl sat on the table. It was made of bone. White, smooth, and cold to the touch. I picked it up. My hands shook. Not from fear. From hunger. But not for food. I was a soldier. I had eaten rations for years. Hardtack and salt pork. Yet this bowl called to me. It whispered. It promised a peace I had not known since I was a boy in the fields of Kent. "Put it down, Thomas," the General said....

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