The Distant Journey
The seal on the page glowed. It was a faint, bruised violet, pulsing with a rhythm that matched Elias Thorne’s own erratic heartbeat. He sat in the sparse light of the safehouse, the rain hammering against the single pane of glass, his hand wrapped in white gauze that was slowly turning red. The Bureau had denied his report three days ago, citing a failure in chain of custody during the raid on...
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