The Distant Clue
The dream came first. It was a hall of glass. Thin ice. A single sword of light cut through the dark. He felt the cold. He felt the pain. He woke. Thomas stood. The room was stone. Gray. Old. He was the Warden. His name was Thomas. He wore the gray robe. The seal was on his chest. It was a ring. It was a key. It was a brand. He touched it. It burned. Always burned. The Abbey was old. It sat on...
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