The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fog rolled in thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. We walked. My boots sank into the mud. I was not sure if it was mud or flesh. The ground was soft. It breathed. I felt it under my soles. A slow, rhythmic pulse. "Keep moving, Thomas," I said. My voice sounded thin. It was swallowed by the grey. Thomas did not answer. He walked ahead. His coat was torn. Blood dried on the fabric. Black....

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