The Distant Clue
Chapter One "To the Keeper of the Seal: The ink is wet. Do not touch." I read the line three times. My hands shook, not from fear, but from the cold that had settled into my joints since the fever took Elara. I was forty-two, a scholar of the court’s forgotten histories, and I had spent the last three days trying to decode the fragmented seal in my study. The ink was not just on the paper. It...
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