The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The quill was heavy in my hand, the nib worn to a dull, splintered point that dragged rather than cut. I held it over the parchment, the inkwell sweating a single, black tear onto the desk’s grain, and waited for the silence of the Archive to break. It did not. The air in the Royal Archive was always thick, a physical weight of dust and old paper that settled in the lungs and stayed there, a...

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