The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Thorne. The name was not spoken so much as thrown across the mahogany table, a small, heavy thing that landed in the center of the spread and sat there, unapologetic, while the roasted pheasant gaped in its ceramic dish. I looked up from my plate, where a fork had pierced a leg of meat, and found the gaze of Magistrate Alder fixed on me with the specific, rigid intensity of a man who has just...

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