The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink was still wet on the final page of the ledger when I noticed the smell of rotting apples. It drifted up from the cellar, a thick, cloying sweetness that cut through the dust and old paper scent of the scriptorium. I did not look up immediately. I was balancing the accounts for the Abbey of St. Jude, a task I had undertaken to clear my name after the fraud charge that had shattered my...

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