The Wistful Saga
The letter was heavy, the kind of thick cream stock that felt like wet clay in the palm, and Elias Thorne held it against the cold windowpane of his office, watching the condensation blur the view of the Ministry’s grey facade. He had signed it three times, his signature a jagged scar across the paper, acknowledging the final review of the 1948-1952 dissident files, a task that would secure his...
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