The Distant Clue
The cough comes first, a wet, rattling thing that shakes the thin walls of the cell like a stone in a drum. You are Elias, and you are thirty years old, and you are trying to hold your brother Thomas still while the shadows in the corner of the room stretch out, long and thin as spider legs, reaching toward his chest. It is the year of the great sickness, 1348, and the air in the sealed...
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