The Distant Promise
The ledger is missing the entry for the black sap. I check the page again, my fingers tracing the indentations where the ink should be, but there is only the smell of wet earth and old iron. I am Elias Thorne, and I am writing this down because the silence in this outpost is too loud to bear, and because I need to know if I am a man or a machine before the end of the week. I want the promotion....
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