The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The iron key sat in the palm of my hand, cold and heavy as a dead man’s tooth. It was a simple thing, of blackened metal, its teeth worn smooth by the friction of a hundred doors that no longer existed. I had carried it for three years, across the moors of the north and down the long, muddy valleys of the west, yet I had never once used it. This was the first lie I told myself, for I had not...

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