The Distant Affair
The smell of burnt sugar and wet wool was the first thing that anchored Elias Thorne to the waking world, a scent so thick it seemed to possess a physical weight, pressing against his temples like a heavy, unseen hand. He lay in the narrow cot provided for the night shift clerks, the springs creaking beneath the rhythmic, mechanical thrum of the ventilation fans that hummed through the...
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