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Chapter 71 — Clara's Testimony

Author: Connie Clarke
last update publish date: 2026-09-20 05:21:19

Thomas called on a Monday morning.

"Clara Ashby's formal statement," he said, "is the most operationally useful piece of testimony we have received since Reed's letter."

"The key," I said.

"The key," he confirmed. "We have spent the weekend cross-referencing every significant development in the investigation against Wren's monthly visit records. The correlation is — it is not ambiguous."

"Every time Sebastian got close," I said.

"Every time a significant advance was made in the archive," Thomas
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