The Distant Clue
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones into slick, reflective pools of shadow. I stood in the hallway of the manor, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the ledger in my satchel. It was a heavy book, bound in leather that had long since lost its luster, its pages swollen with...
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