The Distant Clue
The candlelight in the cathedral hall flickers against the stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows that seem to breathe in time with the heavy silence of the feast. You sit at the head of the long oak table, the weight of the Bishop’s signet ring cold against your thumb, your eyes fixed on the figure bound in iron chains at the far end of the room. John, your younger brother, sits with his...
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