The Distant Clue
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, bearing the seal of the Meridian Textile Company, a wax imprint that had long since lost its crimson hue, turning the color of dried blood under the fluorescent hum of the office. You sat at your desk, a rectangle of laminate scarred by coffee rings and the ghostly outlines of previous documents, and you felt the weight of it in your hand before you even broke...
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