The Faded Road
The weight of the files on the desk was a physical thing, four hundred and twelve pages of audit trails that Elias Thorne had weighed in his hands before he even opened the first cover. He counted the staples, a nervous habit that had survived three decades of service, each pin a small, cold tooth in the paper’s mouth. The air in the Ministry of Internal Affairs was thick with the smell of wet...
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