The Distant Legend
The ink on the correction form was still wet when the clerk pushed it back across the desk. "Systemic drift," she said, her voice flat and dry as the dust in the air. "It’s not an error, Mr. Thorne. It’s an adjustment. The system corrects itself over time. You cannot force the ledger to agree with your memory." Elias Thorne stared at the form. His fingers, stained with the blue-black ink of the...
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