The Distant Clue
The iron gate stood against the sky like a jaw locked in silence. I had walked for three days, my boots worn thin, my hands raw against the cold air, until the path beneath me ceased to be dirt and became something that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency. This was the place where the world ended and the logic of the living no longer applied. I was here because I had stolen the fire. Not the...
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