The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

You wake up in the mud. The rain is not falling; it is standing, a gray curtain of mist that eats the world whole. You do not know your name. Or perhaps you do, but it tastes like ash in your mouth, bitter and old. You are small. You are tired. Your hands are bound, though you cannot see the ropes. They feel like iron, cold and tight against your wrists. You are a prisoner. This is the only...

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