The Distant Ghost
The petition form sits in your hands, the paper thick and damp with the November rain that has been hammering the Ministry windows for three days. It costs four shillings for the ink, six for the stamp, and an amount of silence you cannot quantify to hold your name steady above the line. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a senior clerk in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and you have spent...
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