The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The tea was cold. It had been cold for three days. Elias sat in the corner of the high table, his hands folded over the porcelain cup. The steam had long since vanished, leaving only a dark ring on the rim. He did not drink. He waited. The court was silent. The air smelled of beeswax and old paper. Above him, the High Magistrate watched. The Magistrate was a thin man, like a dried stalk. His...

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