The Distant Clue
The mist hung low over the valley of Ockham. It was a grey sea. It swallowed the world. Elias Thorne walked. His boots were heavy. They were caked in mud. He carried a satchel. Inside the satchel lay a single object. It was a shard of blue glass. It was sharp. It was cold. It was the only thing that mattered. He had walked for three days. He had walked from the city. He had walked to the edge...
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