The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Manuel Bermejo stood before the glass in the customs shed, and his reflection did not blink. It was 2024, though the air smelled of damp slate and old wool, and the date on the ledger in his hand read the fourteenth of March. He was thirty-five, an imperial salt official, and he wanted only to stop hearing his dead brother’s name whispered from the mirror’s throat. What stood against him was...

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