The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain that blurred the edge of the world where the moor met the sky. I was walking, though I had long since stopped caring for direction, my boots heavy with the wet clay of the valley floor. The pack on my back felt less like leather and straps and more like a second spine, rigid and unyielding, pressing against my shoulders with a...

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