The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream had a smell of wet stone and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of Cassian Thorne’s throat even after he woke, his fingers still curled around the hilt of a sword that was not there. He lay in the narrow cot of the temporary shelter, the rain drumming a relentless, percussive rhythm against the tin roof, each drop a hammer strike on the anvil of his exhaustion. This was the...

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