The Distant Clue
The name Ramon Delgado was written in black ink on the ledger, a name that had once meant something to my mother before the ash took her hands. I am a telegraph boy grown old, now a clerk in the Imperial Audit Office, and the damp cold of the office seeps into my bones as Chief Inspector Vane marks my page with a red circle. He believes I embezzled funds to pay for the funeral, a prejudice born...
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