The Distant Clue
The first thing you notice is the weight of the wax. You hold the Thorne family seal, a heavy disc of bronze worn smooth by three generations of thumbs, and you count the drops of molten wax as they pool in the center. One, two, three. The scent is sharp, a mix of tallow and old paper, rising from the desk where the Inquisition’s summons lies folded like a dead bird. You are Elias Thorne,...
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