The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

Bryn Ithell’s hands were already moving, the brush tip dragging a thin line of ink across the slate paper, when the heat hit his chest. It was a sudden, sharp burn, like a coal dropped directly onto the skin. He did not look up. The jade pendant, a smooth oval of dark stone on a leather cord, pulsed against his sternum. The air in the basement of the union hall was thick, the windows painted...

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