The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a grey, industrial soup that clung to the glass of the high windows in the Hall. You stood in the center of the room, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of your coat. The air tasted of wet stone and old iron, a flavor that had defined your existence in this place for the last decade. You were the Keeper,...
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