The Wistful Cipher

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Thorne. The name was called out not by a friend, but by the sterile, amplified voice of the Department’s internal audit system, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the fillings of Elias Thorne’s teeth. He sat in his cubicle in Oakhaven, a town so small the federal archive building felt like an intrusion, a concrete tooth in the soft gum of the valley. On his desk lay the letter of termination,...

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