The Distant Affair
Elara. The name was not called so much as scraped across the surface of the room, a dry sound like sandpaper on wood, coming from Graves who stood by the telegraph desk with his arms crossed over his grey waistcoat. "Elara, you are in the restricted sector," he said, his voice flat and administrative, stripping the word of any warmth. "The safety protocols are clear. The lower shafts are...
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