The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The bell rang. It was a sound like a bone breaking in the dark. Mara flinched. Her hand went to the hilt of a sword she no longer wore. She gripped the iron rail of the dormitory bed. The stone floor was cold. The air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old blood. Sister Agatha walked past. Her sandals made no sound. Her face was a mask of smooth, pale stone. She did not look at Mara. She...

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