The Distant Journey
Elias Thorne counted the hours left in his contract with the same grim precision he applied to load-bearing calculations, twenty years of service distilled into a single, shrinking number on the calendar taped to his kitchen wall. He packed his tool bag, the weight of the calipers and the torque wrench familiar against his shoulder, while Mara stood by the window, her back to him, watching the...
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