The Distant Clue
You stand in the center of the hall. The air is thick. It smells of stale beer and wet wool. You are a constable. You hold your badge. It is cold. It is heavy. It is a disc of iron. It is a mirror. It is a lie. The feast is over. The tables are cleared. The plates are stacked. The knives are dull. The hall is empty. The hall is loud. The silence is loud. You look at the door. The door is...
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