The Distant Wound
The ink on the final report was still wet when Elias Thorne slid the file into the red folder, the smell of the archival paste sharp and chemical in the sterile air of the Ministry of Reconciliation. He had spent three days compiling the evidence of his brother Julian’s ideological deviation, cross-referencing dates and redacting names until the narrative was airtight, a clean line of duty that...
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