The Distant Wound
The ledger had four hundred and twelve pages. Elias Thorne counted them again, his fingers brushing the rough, damp paper. It was a weight that sat heavy in his chest, heavier than the cold seeping through the floorboards of his archive office in Oakhaven. He needed the pension. He needed the security of a man who had served the state faithfully, even if that service was nothing more than...
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