The Distant Affair
The ink was still wet when Director Halloway pointed at the book in my hands and said, “That is not a record, Thorne. That is a liability.” I stood in the center of the archive’s main hall, the rain hammering against the high, arched windows, the light outside a bruised, grey purple that suggested the hour was late afternoon though the clock on the wall insisted it was only three. I had been a...
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