The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream was not of darkness, but of ink. It pooled in the hollows of my knuckles, black and viscous, smelling of iron and old blood. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the obsidian shard clutched so tightly in my right hand that the edges had bitten into the flesh. Outside the window, the sky over the Duke’s keep was the color of a bruise, swollen and purple. I am Elias Thorne,...

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