The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The black river in my dream did not freeze, nor did it flood; it simply ran, a dark, oily line marking the exact boundary of the city walls, separating the dry stone of the archive from the wet, rotting earth beyond. I woke at the fourth hour, the sweat cooling on my back as the draught from the window slats cut through the thin wool of my shirt, and I lay still, counting the beats of my own...

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