The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

I was scraping the rust from the bronze razor when the warden’s shadow fell across the threshold, the metal cold and heavy in my palm, a weight that had belonged to my father before the levy took him. The smell of the infirmary, a thick cloying of antiseptic and wet earth, hung in the air before I even turned to see him, a scent that had grown so familiar it felt less like a place and more like...

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