The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The parchment lay flat upon the oak desk, its surface scarred by three years of my trembling hand, and the Abbot’s gaze fell upon it with the cold, dispassionate weight of a judge assessing a broken vessel. I sat before him in the scriptorium, the midday light cutting a sharp, dusty blade across the floor, illuminating the tremor in my fingers that I could no longer hide beneath the sleeve of...

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