The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The bread is hard. You have held it for three days. It sits in the pocket of your heavy wool coat, a dense, rectangular block of dried grain and salt. It is your only possession of worth. The rest of your kit is mud and blood. You stand at the edge of the moor. The wind does not blow; it scours. It strips the warmth from your skin and the sound from your throat. You are a Captain. You have a...

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