The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Chapter One In the drowned cities of the outer archipelago, the tide did not merely rise; it remembered. Morag Macara, thirty-two and the last warden of the Kintyre perimeter, stood at the edge of the ferry slip, number one hundred and nine, watching the water lap against the rusted iron that held the gate. He held a key in his left hand, a piece of twisted, ancient metal that hummed with a...

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