The Distant Nightmare
The invitation to the Board’s annual gala arrived on heavy cream card, the ink a shade of violet that seemed to pulse under the fluorescent lights of the municipal archive. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist whose hands are permanently stained with the grey residue of history, and your singular, desperate aim is to secure the permanent tenure of Sarah, your junior colleague,...
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