The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The air in the Oakhaven Hall tasted of roasted pheasant and stale pipe tobacco, a thick, cloying mixture that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he surveyed the long banquet table. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose career in insurance investigation had been built on the cold, detached architecture of logic, yet here he sat, his hands trembling slightly beneath the linen...

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