The Distant Blade
The elevator dings, a sharp, metallic note that cuts through the hum of the basement archives. You step out into the cold, the air thick with the smell of decaying paper and dust. Your name is Elias Thorne. You are forty-two years old, and you are looking for a ghost. Specifically, you are looking for Policy Number 8940-B, a document that does not exist, or so you have been told for six years....
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