The Distant Clue
The feast was a blinding white explosion of light and noise, a cacophony of silverware clattering against porcelain that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones as I sat in the shadow of the great oak table, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the hunger that gnawed at the inside of my ribs like a feral dog. I was a soldier of the night watch, a...
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