The Distant Clue
Act I The sound of the breaking glass was not a crash, but a high, thin shriek that tore through the silence of the Ministry atrium before the shards even hit the stone floor. Juliette Chevalier stood frozen, her hands still raised in the gesture of inspection, her eyes locked on the shattered pane that had once been the heart of the new industrial rail line’s oversight office. It was 1912, and...
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