The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The chisel lay in Elias Thorne’s hand, cold and heavy, its edge resting against the grain of the oak table that stretched before him. The banquet hall of Ashworth Manor was alive with the clatter of silver on porcelain and the low, humming murmur of forty guests, but Elias heard none of it. He only felt the vibration in the wood, a subtle, rhythmic pulse that seemed to rise from the floorboards...

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