The Distant Clue
The ink was still wet. I held the parchment tight. My hands shook. The letters glowed. They pulsed. Like a heart. "You see it?" I looked up. Thomas stood in the doorway. He was small. He was pale. His eyes were wide. They were afraid. "I see it," I said. My voice was low. "Then burn it." I did not move. "Thomas. It is a map." "It is a curse." He stepped inside. The room was dark. Only the...
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