The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream always began with the smell of burnt honey. It was a thick, cloying scent, heavy as lead, that coated the back of Eamon’s throat and stained the lining of his lungs. He lay in the narrow, stone-walled cell, the air cold and damp, smelling of mildew and old iron. Outside the single barred window, the sky of the valley was a bruised purple, the moon a sliver of bone. Eamon was a man of...

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