The Distant Affair
The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the administrative wing, blurring the grey skyline of the capital into a smear of charcoal and steel, while inside, Elias Thorne stood in the sterile white corridor, his knuckles white around the leather satchel that contained the only thing he had left to offer the state. He was forty-two, a man who had spent the last decade navigating the...
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