The Distant Promise
The signature was wet when I saw it, still glistening under the harsh glare of the office lamp. "Get out, Elias," Halloway said, not looking up from the ledger. "Security will escort you to the gate. Do not touch the files." I did not move. My boots were heavy with the mud from the east wing, where the foundation had shifted again last night, a low groan in the concrete that I had felt in my...
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