The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink had not yet dried on the seal of the decree when Elias Thorne’s hand, steady as a surgeon’s, pressed the wax into the clay, a small, amber drop that caught the slanting light of the Ministry’s basement office, where the air tasted of damp stone and the metallic tang of old paper. He was thirty-four, a clerk of the Imperial Ministry of Supply, a man whose life was measured in ledgers and...

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