The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The feast of St. Jude was a noise that sat in my teeth. The hall smelled of roasting pork, stale beer, and the damp wool of a hundred bodies pressed together. I stood by the trestle table, my left knee throbbing a dull, rhythmic ache against the wood. The swelling was visible, a hard ridge under the linen of my skirt. I wanted to walk to the chapel without limping. I wanted to prove to the...

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