The Distant Clue
The phone rang at six in the morning, cutting through the silence of the study with a harsh, mechanical screech that made your hand jerk against the desk. It was the bank, of course, and the voice on the other end was flat and procedural, reciting the foreclosure notice for the Thorne estate, demanding the cataloging be completed before the winter solstice or the property would be seized to...
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