The Distant Clue
The road was white. It stretched out like a bone. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at them. He carried a pack. The pack was light. It held only the shard. The shard was cold. It was blue. It was a piece of ice that never melted. It was a piece of the sky. He had found it in the cellar of the old mill. The mill was gone now. Only the stones remained. They were gray. They were...
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