The Distant Journey
The orchid had stopped blooming three days ago, but the silence it left behind remained, thick as wet wool in the corners of the office. "It is a distraction, Inspector. A very expensive, very quiet distraction." Sarah, the clerk, did not look up from her ledger. Her pen scratched against the paper with a rhythmic, impatient scratch, the only sound in the room that felt honest. Elias Thorne...
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