The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost had settled on the black slate of the courtyard like a fine, powdery ash, a silent testament to the cold that seeped into the bones of the old manor, and I stood there, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, feeling the weight of the night press down upon my shoulders with a physical, suffocating heaviness, while the wind howled through the bare branches of the yew trees, sounding...

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