The Distant Clue
The ledger was open to the final page, Elias Thorne’s thumb pressing against the edge of the paper to keep it from curling in the damp air, and the ink on the architectural sketch was still wet, glistening like a bruise under the single bulb of the archive lamp. He had found the book where his friend, Arthur Pendelton, had hidden it, wedged behind a false panel in the office that smelled of...
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