The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of the Ministry of Internal Security, a relentless, gray smear that blurred the city into a watercolor of slate and soot. Inside the Grand Hall, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a sterile perfume that sought to mask the decay of the institution itself. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his...

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