The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mist in the valley did not behave like mist. It hung low and thick, a grey wool that smelled of wet iron and rotting lilies. Elara walked through it, her boots sinking into the mud that clung to her heels like a lover’s refusal to let go. She was not lost. She was hunted. But there was a difference between being lost, where you might still find your way home, and being hunted, where the...

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