The Distant Clue
The quill in Elias Thorne’s right hand shuddered, the nib scratching a jagged, irregular line across the heavy paper before the ink bled into a dark, spreading blot. He stared at the stain, watching it soak into the fibers of the ledger page, his left hand steady on the desk to anchor the trembling limb. It was the same dream again, the same burning book, the pages turning of their own accord...
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