The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark, viscous smear that smelled of iron and old rain, as I pressed my thumb into the binding to hold the page flat. I was thirty-four years old, and my fingers were cramped into claws from the cold that seeped through the floorboards of the Silent Wing, a damp chill that had nothing to do with the heating system, which Vane had let go to rot three winters...

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