The Distant Blade
The audit report arrived on a Tuesday, printed on the heavy, cream-colored stock that the department reserved for bad news, a stark white rectangle sitting atop the towering stacks of unprocessed confiscation records that Elias Thorne had sworn to organize before his mandatory retirement in three days. Elias, forty-two years old and bent by two decades of fluorescent light and the smell of old...
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