The Distant Clue
The notice was pinned to the door of the municipal records office with a single brass tack, the metal head catching the pale, early light of the February morning. It was a standard form, typed in the dry, efficient script of the city clerk’s office, stating that my employment as senior archivist was terminated effective immediately due to irregularities in the financial accounts of the St....
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