The Distant Clue

added blog Literature

2026-08-21 18:25:39 -

The Distant Clue

"You will not leave until you have confessed," said the Warden. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping across stone. I stood in the center of the hall. The air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old dust. Around me, the villagers sat in silence. They watched me. Their faces were pale, drawn tight by fear. I looked at the Warden. He held a book in his hands. It was closed. He waited. I...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews