The Distant Clue
The ink had not yet dried on the final page of the personnel file when Elara Vance’s right index finger twitched, a sharp, rhythmic spasm that jerked the pen across the paper and left a jagged, black scar in the margin. She did not look up. She did not need to. The tremor was not a medical condition, nor was it a symptom of the early onset of the neurological decay that had begun to gnaw at her...
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