The Distant Blade
The seal on the dossier was cracked. It was a small thing. A fissure in the red wax. I noticed it because I was a man of details. I was the Keeper of Records in the Ministry of Internal Order. My job was to verify. To ensure that the ink was dry before the file was closed. To guarantee that the state’s memory was flawless. I wore my uniform with the precision of a surgeon’s gown. No wrinkles....
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