The Distant Affair
The taste of copper was the first thing Elias Thorne noticed upon entering the sub-basement of the Ministry, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat like the residue of a penny held too long in the mouth. He was forty-two, a senior archivist with twenty years of service, and he carried the weight of a singular, desperate hope: the promotion that would secure his mother’s medical...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews