The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The notice sat on the steel desk, its corners crisp and white against the grey linoleum. It was a standard Ministry of Historical Correction form, printed in a font so small it seemed designed to strain the eyes. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, the metal rims cold against his skin. He read the text twice. The algorithmic audit had flagged his mentor, Silas Vane, for "data integrity...

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