The Distant Clue
Chapter One The salt trade moved in a single, grinding line along the peninsula’s only road, a river of men and mules hauling white burdens toward the fortress gate where the rationing officers stood with their ledgers. It was a day of electric air, the kind that makes the hair stand up before the first drop of rain hits the dry dust, and the smell of brine hung heavy over the queue. Vladimir...
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