The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The snow had not stopped for three days, and the wind howled through the cracks in the manor’s shuttered windows like a living thing seeking entry. Elias Vane, a scribe of forty years and no coin, sat in the corner of the great hall, his left hand wrapped tightly in dirty linen, his right hand trembling as he held a quill that had run dry. He was not writing; he was waiting for the hunger to...

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