The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The banquet hall of Vane Manor smelled of roasted pheasant and stale wine, the air thick with the humidity of three hundred bodies packed into a space designed for ten. You stood at the periphery, your hands clasped tightly to hide the tremor in your fingers, watching Lord Vane raise a glass to the new fiscal year. You were twenty-eight years old, a junior archivist, and you needed this moment...

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