The Distant Clue
Act I Did you see it? The white stag stood in the mist by the river, its antlers heavy with the damp, watching me as if it knew the weight of the court summons I had left unread in my desk drawer for three weeks. I am Karel Marek, a border guard of thirty-two years, and I have walked this mist-choked highland for twelve years, but the light here is always strange, a pale, sickly grey that makes...
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