The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

"The ink is wrong." Miles stood before the desk. He did not look up. His fingers, stained black at the tips, moved with a mechanical precision. The parchment lay flat. It was thick, rough, and smelled of oak gall and iron. "You say so," said Elara. She stood in the doorway. Her shadow fell across the threshold like a spilled cup of wine. "It is a fine ink, Miles. I bought it from the apothecary...

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