The Distant Whispers

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The paper on the desk was thin, translucent enough to see the wood grain through the ink. It was a medical certificate, signed in a cramped, bureaucratic hand that offered no warmth, only a date. Elias read it twice, then folded it into his waistcoat pocket. He was thirty-four years old, a constable in the City Watch, and he had six days to solve the murder of Alderman Vane before his lungs...

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