The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the muddy path to the King’s gate into a slurry of brown clay that sucked at my boots with a sound like a dying man’s breath. I stood there, holding my wicker basket tight against my chest, the straw fraying under the pressure of my fingers. Inside was the harvest. Not grain, not wool, but the last of the white lilies from the garden behind my...

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