The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Thomas. The summons came with the smell of wet wool and stale pipe tobacco. I was hunched over the vellum, the quill cutting a jagged line through the wax seal, when the guard’s voice split the air of the scriptorium. I did not look up. I knew the weight of that voice. It carried the dust of the corridors and the cold draft from the northern tower. “Scribe Bradshaw. The Chancellor requests your...

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