The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron whistle in my breast pocket had been cracked for three days, a hairline fracture running through its cold steel belly like a vein of obsidian in a stone, and I had begun to suspect that the silence it was failing to produce was not merely a mechanical failure but a metaphysical severing of the bond between my intent and the world, a growing void where the sound of my authority should...

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