The Distant Promise

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The hand was not a hand, but a shadow cast by the machinery of time itself, a dark, elongated finger that reached across the mahogany desk and touched the pulse of my wrist with a coldness that seeped into the marrow of my bones, a coldness that had nothing to do with the winter air outside the window and everything to do with the profound, existential decay of the institution we served, the...

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