The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Thorne, stop that. The voice came from the doorway, thin and reedy, belonging to Mr. Abernathy, the junior clerk, whose tie was knotted with the careless precision of a man who had been eating too much and sleeping too little. Elias did not turn from the ledger. He was forty-two years old, a man whose spine had curved slightly inward over two decades of hunching over the estate’s accounts, and...

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