The Distant Summer

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The ink is wet. It smells of iron. You hold the pen like a sword. Your knuckles are white. The paper is cold. It is a letter. It is a contract. It is a death warrant. You are in the glass box. The air is sterile. The clock ticks. It is a loud tick. It is a gun. You are Elias Thorne. You are the Head of Archival Preservation. You have served the Ministry for thirty years. You have kept the...

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