The Distant Clue
The ice on the courtyard stones had not melted in three days. Elias Vane walked the perimeter. His boots were old. The leather had dried out and cracked. He did not care. He walked. The wind cut through his tunic. It was thin. It was not enough. He was the Captain of the Watch. Or he had been. That was how it was said in the ledger. That was how it was written in the stone above the gate. But...
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