The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of the bruised sky. I stood in the archway of the Magistrate’s office, my coat heavy with water, watching the ink bleed into the parchment on the desk before me. It was a small, unremarkable blot, a mere accident of a quill slipping on a wet surface, yet to the eyes...

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