The Distant Garden

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The fog presses against the glass like a living thing, thick and grey, swallowing the landscape beyond the perimeter wire. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and the air in your office tastes of stale tobacco and old paper. You want your name cleared, a simple thing, a matter of record, but the Bureau is a machine that grinds men into dust before it even looks at their faces. The walls of this...

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