The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The counter on Elias Thorne’s desk ticked at a rate of one hundred and twelve deletions per hour, a metric that defined his worth to the Ministry of Records. He was thirty-four years old, a junior archivist with a salary that barely covered the heating in his flat, and he was currently staring at a line of text in File 89-B that had not been there an hour ago. The line was red, a fresh smear of...

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