The Distant Clue
The rain had been falling for three days when you finally packed the last of the silverware into the velvet-lined box, the clinking sound of the tines against one another echoing in the small, cramped office like a warning you had long since learned to ignore, and you stood there, holding the heavy, cold weight of your inheritance, looking out the window at the grey, washed-out skyline of the...
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