The Distant Clue
The rain fell in heavy, rhythmic sheets against the leaded glass of the cell, a sound like the slow grinding of millstones in a dark valley. You sat on the straw pallet, your hands bound by iron links that had long since bitten into the flesh of your wrists, leaving scars that had turned silver and hard as the metal itself. Across the room, the candle burned low, its flame trembling in the...
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