The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Elara. The Abbot’s voice was a dry rasp, like a brush dragging across bare wood. He stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his hands clasped behind his back, and did not look at her face. He looked at her shoulders. Specifically, at the heavy, dark velvet of the cloak that hung there, a garment so thick and opulent it seemed to swallow the light in the narrow corridor. "You are not permitted...

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