The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink is still wet on the ledger page, a dark smear that looks less like a record of sales and more like a bruise forming under the skin of the parchment. I am Elias, apothecary in Bruges, and I am forty years old, and my hands shake so violently that the quill slips against the wood of my desk, scratching a jagged line through the entry for dried rosemary. It is the year of our Lord 1342,...

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