The Distant Clue
The call came from the service entrance, a sharp bark that cut through the clatter of silverware and the low hum of the chandeliers. "Thorne. The Director requests your presence." Elias did not turn. He was staring at the floor, at the polished mahogany where a shadow had fallen, thick and sudden, near his left knee. The joint had begun to ache three minutes ago, a dull, grinding pressure that...
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