The Distant Clue
The letter lay on the desk, its seal broken not by your hand but by the weight of the years that had accumulated upon it, a small, dry explosion of paper and wax that you had witnessed only in the peripheral vision of your memory. You are standing in the study of the house you inherited, the air thick with the dust of forgotten decades, and you are holding the clue that was meant to save you,...
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