The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain tasted of iron. "You are guilty, Thomas," said the High Warden. He stood above you on the wet stone. The crowd was silent. They held their breath. They watched your hands. Your hands were bound. The rope cut into your wrists. It did not hurt. You were numb. "Guilty," you repeated. "Of treason," he said. "Of what?" "Of loving the King’s son." The words hung in the air. They were heavy....

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