The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The quill dips into the well, and the black pigment spreads, thin as oil on water, before it is lifted to the parchment. Your hand trembles, a fine, involuntary shiver that has nothing to do with the cold stone floor of the Chancery and everything to do with the weight of the seal you are about to affix. This is the year 1347, and you are Elias, a scribe of thirty years, your fingers stained...

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