The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The magistrate’s seal was red, wet, and final. It sat on the parchment like a fresh wound, and Elara Vane watched it dry, her hand trembling so violently the ink bled into the grain of the desk. She wanted the land back. She wanted the name cleared. She wanted to stop feeling the floorboards shift beneath her feet as if the house itself were holding its breath. Outside, the old oaks leaned in,...

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