The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The steam from the boiler room rose in a thick, sulfurous pillar, cutting through the twilight like a wound that refused to close, and Elara stood at the edge of the precipice, her boots sinking slightly into the soft, metallic mud that smelled of ozone and old blood. She was a prisoner of her own conviction, a fact that the iron cuffs locked around her wrists served only to remind her with...

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