The Distant Clue
Marie Cermak pressed her thumb against the spider’s abdomen, feeling the wet, papery give of its exoskeleton as it molted in the damp dark. The creature hung from her wrist, a living anchor in the stone cell of the Imperial Prison, its legs trembling with a rhythm that matched the frantic, heavy beat of her own heart. She was thirty-two years old, a forger by conviction, though the truth was a...
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