The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The dream was not of sleep, but of the mirror. You saw your face in the glass, but the eyes were empty, hollow pits where the soul should have been. You woke with the taste of iron in your mouth and the velvet glove in your hand, worn thin by twenty years of service, the fabric frayed at the fingertips. It was the King’s glove, stolen from the royal vestry three days ago, and without it, the...

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