The Distant Clue
The letter lay on the linoleum floor of the archive’s break room, its corner curling slightly against the gray tile. Elias Thorne picked it up, the paper gritty and damp to the touch, and read the single line in the clerk’s cramped handwriting: *Dismissal pending review of conduct.* He set it down, his hand trembling not from fear, but from the dull ache in his knuckles that had plagued him...
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