The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost had not yet melted from the stone flagstones of the scriptorium, but your breath hung in the air like a ghost refusing to leave the body, a pale mist that curled around the ink-stained fingers of the novice you had trained so carefully, so painfully, for three years. You are Thomas, the scribe, the exile, the man who traded the warmth of a hearth in Kent for the cold, sterile...

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