The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost had come early. It clung to the cobblestones of the market square like a shroud. You stood at the edge of the stone. Your hands were rough. They were the hands of a man who shaped things. You were a sculptor. Or so they said. You worked in marble. You worked in silence. The city was old. The towers pierced the grey sky. The bells rang. They marked the hour. They marked your life. You...

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