The Distant Promise

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The smell of copper and burnt sugar hung in the air of the processing room, thick and sweet as a lie. Elias Thorne stood before the centrifuge, his hands resting on the cold steel rim. He watched the slurry spin. A pale, viscous liquid separated from the dark, gritty solids. It looked like blood drained of its life. It looked like mercy. Elias was a man of precise measurements. He had left the...

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