The Distant Whispers
The count of the remaining hours was precise, measured against the tick of the wall clock that had been out of sync for the last decade, a rhythmic error that Elias had long since stopped correcting. Forty-two years of service to the Meridian Institute, and now, with the mandatory retirement date looming three days hence, the final task was the cataloging of the 1994 ledgers, a duty that felt...
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