The Distant Clue
The letter lay on the oak desk, the wax seal broken, the ink smudged where Elias’s thumb had pressed too hard. It was a notice of tenure review, standard for the Archivist of Oakhaven, but the tone was sharper than usual, hinting at the town’s impatience with his recent delays. Elias read it twice, his eyes tracing the lines as if the words might rearrange themselves into a pardon. He was...
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