The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The frost on the windowpane was thick enough to write on, and you were writing, your quill scratching against the cold glass as the Justiciar’s footman knocked, a sound like a knuckle rapping on a coffin lid. You did not stop writing. You were three lines into the confession, the ink still wet, the words forming the shape of a man who had not been seen in two years. The knock came again,...

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