The Distant Legend
The bruise on Sergeant Elias Thorne’s left knee had shifted from a violent violet to a sickly, jaundiced yellow, a geological map of his endurance that seemed to pulse in time with the low, humming vibration of the server racks that lined the sterile, air-conditioned corridors of the Federal Bureau of Algorithmic Oversight. It was a pain that did not merely sit on the joint but lived inside the...
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