The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale ale. You stood by the hearth. Your hands were red. Not from heat. From ink. You were the Binder. The town respected you. They needed your ledgers. Your contracts. Your seals. But tonight, they looked at your fingers with a sneer. The Guild Master, Aldric, raised his cup. "Look at him," Aldric said. His voice was thick with meat. "The scribe who thinks...

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