The Distant Legend

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The brass clasp of the emerald brooch was cold under my thumb, a small, hard knot of metal against the wool of my coat. I held it up to the fluorescent light of the lobby, where the hum of the ventilation system sounded like a low, persistent groan. It was three in the morning, and the Grand Meridian Hotel smelled of stale coffee and damp carpet, a scent that had seeped into my clothes over the...

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