The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet copper and the sound of a loom clicking in a room that did not exist. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, his hands trembling not from the chill of the attic floor, but from the terrible, vivid clarity of what he had seen. In the dream, the great oak tree in the courtyard of the House of Whispers had not merely stood;...

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