The Distant Journey
The rain against the windowpane of the regional logistics hub in Leeds was not a sound so much as a pressure, a relentless, wet static that filled the silence between the forklifts and the humming servers. Elias Thorne stood by the loading dock door, watching the mist curl around his ankles, his breath hitching in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. He was a man of precise measurements...
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