The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron key bites into your palm. It is cold. It is heavy. It smells of rust and old blood. You are in the tower. The wind howls below. The stone is slick with damp. You are not afraid. Fear is a luxury for those who have nothing to lose. You have the key. You have the secret. You have the weight of the world on your shoulders. The tower is part of the old monastery. It stands at the edge of...

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