The Distant Clue
The vote was held in the interview room, behind the one-way glass, while the wind screamed against the algae flats. Magnus Lindqvist sat across from the Inquisitor, a man whose face was as hard and unyielding as the stone he would soon break, and the room smelled of damp wool and old fear. "He is guilty," the Inquisitor stated, not looking up from his papers. "The ledger says so." Magnus leaned...
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