The Distant Clue
The great hall of the keep at Dunmore stood open to the winter sky, a cavern of stone and shadow where the air tasted of wet wool and ancient, damp mortar, and we had gathered there in the dead of night, the torches casting long, trembling shadows that danced like restless spirits against the high, vaulted ceilings, creating a flickering, chaotic dance of light and darkness that seemed to...
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