The Distant Clue
The seal sat in Elias’s palm. It was cold. The wax was the color of dried blood. He had held it for three days. It had not changed. The Hall of Records was vast. The air smelled of dust and old paper. Elias sat at a long table. Across from him sat Julian. Julian was the Archivist. Julian was also the man who had betrayed Elias. “You look tired, Elias,” Julian said. His voice was soft. It was...
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