The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The Great Hall of the Tower of London smelled of roasted swan and stale sweat, a thick, cloying air that settled into the wool of Sir Aldous’s doublet as he stood at the edge of the King’s table, his hand resting on the blackened clasp that fastened his tunic. It was the feast of Saint Edward, a night meant for celebration, but for Aldous the room was a blur of trembling candlelight and the...

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