The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

I woke up in the mud. Not sleep. Not rest. Just the cold, wet earth pressing against my face. I spat. My tongue tasted of iron and dirt. I sat up. My head throbbed. Where was I? The keep. The great hall of Lord Ashworth. The air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and stale wine. I looked down at myself. My tunic was torn. My gauntlets were missing. And the chain. The silver chain was...

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