The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The wind had teeth. It gnawed at the stone walls of the keep, a sound like grinding bone. The courtyard lay in shadow, the cobblestones slick with a rain that smelled of iron and old blood. Eleanor stood at the edge of the precipice. She held the staff. It was not wood. It was not iron. It was something else, something that hummed against her palms like a living vein. The staff was worn. The...

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