The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink was black. It was the only color that mattered in the vault, a void deeper than the night outside. Thomas Ashworth held the quill. His hand did not shake. He had trained his hands to be steady, instruments of the law, but tonight they felt like extensions of a bone that had long since decayed. The document lay before him, parchment thin as a membrane, waiting for the seal that would...

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