The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The quill in Elias Thorne’s hand trembled, not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor of the scriptorium, but from the sheer weight of the ink. It was a black, viscous substance, ground from oak gall and iron, and it smelled of iron and old blood. Before him lay the condemned manuscript, a single page torn from a book of heretical translations, and upon it, the glyph. It was a mark...

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