The Distant Journey
Thorne. The name was not called so much as dragged from the air by Director Halloway, a sound that had the dry, abrasive quality of a file card being pulled from a metal drawer. Elias stood at his desk, the tip of his fountain pen hovering over the ledger, the inkwell a small, dark eye staring back at him. The Provincial Archive in 1924 was a place where silence was a commodity, priced higher...
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