The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The summons came not as a shout, but as a vibration in the floorboards, a low hum that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard the words. He stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Memory, his hands stained with the blue ink of the correction fluid, waiting for the elevator that would take him down to the sub-levels where the air tasted of ozone and old paper. He was forty-two years...

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