The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The air in the Ministry of Internal Order smelled of ozone and old dust, a dry, metallic scent that clung to the back of the throat. It was the smell of silence enforced by machinery. Elias stood in the center of the Grand Atrium, his back rigid, his hands clasped behind him. He was not a man of flesh and blood in the way the others were. He was a construct of woven bone, dried sinew, and a...

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