The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The brass seal on the envelope was cracked. Elias Vane sat in the study. The room smelled of dust and old paper. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane. He held the letter between two fingers. It was from the Ministry. Or rather, it was about the Ministry. He was a colonel. Retired. The title still sat on his tongue, heavy and dry. He broke the seal. The paper inside was thin. Cheap....

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