The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall on the Ministry of Records; it hovered, a thick, grey suspension that pressed against the high windows like a living membrane, blurring the city into a smear of charcoal and wet stone. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood cold and damp beneath his palms, staring at the stack of sealed Null Files that had been his only hope for the promotion he had clawed for three years....
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