The Distant Clue
The bell tolled. It was not a sound of warning, but of finality. You heard it before you saw the smoke. You were in the courtyard, the stone cold against your back, when the air turned thick with the scent of burnt timber and wet wool. The castle stood before you, a jagged tooth of grey rock against a bruised purple sky. You are the Captain of the Guard. You have worn this uniform for thirty...
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