The Distant Nightmare
The stamp hit the desk with a dull, wet thud that silenced the scratching of pens across the entire audit room. "Your service record is flagged as irregular, Elias Thorne." The man behind the mahogany desk did not look up from the ledger. He was small, precise, and wore spectacles that magnified his eyes into cold, calculating discs. His name was Auditor Halloway, and he spoke in the clipped,...
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