The Distant Clue
The cart wheels groaned against the packed earth of the valley floor, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that seemed to echo in the hollows of my chest as we descended from the highlands toward the low-lying town of Oakhaven, where the air grew thicker and heavier with the scent of damp stone and old, unspoken grievances. I held the iron key tightly in my left hand, its teeth worn smooth by decades...
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