The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The snow was falling in sheets. It fell on the road. It fell on the dead horse. Thomas stood there. He held his axe. The blade was chipped. He looked at the horse. The horse looked at the sky. The sky was gray. It was a gray that hurt. Thomas was not a warrior. He was a clerk. He was a man who counted coins. He was a man who kept ledgers. But now he was here. He was in the wilds of the north....

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