The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as the uninitiated might assume, but of the sharp, metallic tang of preserved silence, a scent that clung to the back of Dr. Elias Thorne’s throat with the tenacity of a phantom limb. He sat at his desk, a sliver of mahogany that had witnessed the signing of treaties and the erasure of men, and watched the light from the high, arched windows...

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