The Distant Wound
The ink on your fingers has not yet dried when Director Halloway slides the file across the mahogany desk, his face a mask of bureaucratic disappointment that is somehow colder than anger. "Unauthorized nuance, Mr. Thorne," he says, tapping the page where you had attempted to contextualize the early settlers’ migration as a desperate flight rather than a noble pilgrimage. "The Ministry of...
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