The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The Iron Compass sat in my palm, cold as a river stone, its needle trembling not toward north but toward the valley below. I am Silas Vane, forty-two years old, a border warden in the mist-choked highlands of 1892, and I want to keep my post until the winter thaw. I need the pay to settle my brother’s gambling debts, a burden that weighs heavier than the uniform I have worn for twenty years....

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