The Distant Clue
The road into the valley was not so much a path as a suggestion of one, carved by the hooves of donkeys and the wheels of carts that had long since rotted into the mud, and I walked it with a heaviness in my limbs that had nothing to do with the distance covered and everything to do with the weight of the object I carried. It was a small thing, really, no larger than a man’s fist, yet it seemed...
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