The Distant Clue
Thorne! Get down, you fool man, the wall is breaching! The shout came from the keep’s upper ramparts, ragged and thin, stripped of authority by the wind that howled through the shattered arrow slits. Captain Elias Thorne did not look up. He was on his knees in the mud of the courtyard, the earth slick and cold against his tunic, his fingers digging into the wet clay to find the object he had...
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