The Distant Clue
Do you know what it is to hear your own voice coming from the walls? I am Guenter Becker. I am thirty-two. I stand in the attic of the palace, the air thick with the damp rot of old paper, and I hold the vial of Silent Root in my hand. It weighs nothing, yet it drags at my fingers like wet stone. The Head Physician, Dr. Mueller, has forbidden its use. He says it is poison. He says it mimics the...
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