The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream was not a sequence of events but a singular, crushing weight, a silence so profound it felt like the pressure of deep water against the eardrums. I lay in the narrow bed of my tent, the canvas flapping in the autumn wind that swept across the moors of the northern highlands, and I saw the fox. It was not a creature of flesh and blood as I knew it to be, but a shape cut from the...

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