The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog did not roll in; it edited. It arrived with the quiet, mechanical precision of a redaction stamp, erasing the edges of the corridor until the Ministry of Continuity was nothing but a grey smear of tile and fluorescent hum. Elias Thorne stood before the glass of the Director’s office, his hand resting on the heavy oak door, waiting for the man inside to look up from his paperwork. He was...

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