The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The fire in the forge had burned low, a dull orange glow reflecting in the sweat on my brow, and I stood before Elder Halloway with the raw iron bar across my knees, my hands trembling not from the heat but from the weight of the silence that had settled over the village square. Halloway, his face a map of deep-set wrinkles and older fears, did not look at the metal but at my eyes, searching...

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