The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron gate groans. It is a sound of tearing metal, ancient and final. You stand before it, the key trembling in your palm. The gate does not open. It will not open. You are the Warden. You have held the seal for forty years. The seal is a path. The path is a boundary. You are the boundary. Inside, the house sleeps. The stones are cold. The air smells of damp earth and old blood. You know...

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