The Distant Wound
The fluorescent lights in the Ministry of Sustenance did not hum; they screamed, a high, thin vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it in his ears. He stood before the glass partition of Director Halloway’s office, his hands clasped so tightly that the translucent skin of his fingers pressed against the bone, revealing the blue network of veins beneath like a map of...
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