The Wistful Skyline
The silver lapel pin sits against my collar like a cold coin, a heavy, suffocating weight that I can no longer ignore. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior inspector in the Ministry of Internal Security, and my only remaining desire is to secure my pension by retiring before the next fiscal audit. I have served this institution for twenty years, a tenure measured not in loyalty but in the...
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