The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The morning mist clings to the heather like a burial shroud, and you are already cold, though the sun has yet to crest the jagged ridge of the moor. You tighten the strap of your pack, the leather creaking a dry, skeletal sound against the damp air. In your left hand, you hold the broken shard of bone. It is not bone, you know. It is the tip of a silver spoon, bent and twisted by a force that...

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