The Distant Blade
The liver in the jar had shrunk again, pulling away from the glass walls like a retreating tide, its surface darkening to the color of wet slate. I stood before it in the dim light of the basement archive, my breath fogging the air in short, sharp bursts, knowing with a visceral, sickening certainty that I had lied to the Board Chair Vance only an hour prior, claiming the Halloway estate files...
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