The Distant Summer
The hand trembled. Just a flicker. A micro-spasm in the median nerve. Ellis saw it. He did not blink. He recorded the tremor in the log. Standard procedure. The room was white. Sterile. Cold. Beyond the glass, the world continued. Rain slicked the pavement of Millbrook. A small town. A quiet town. Ellis was a junior analyst. Data integrity. Compliance. He wore a gray suit. Tie knotted tight. A...
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