The Distant Summer
The blood on the linoleum was bright and startling, a wet smear against the sterile gray floor of the customs office. Elias Thorne stood over the unconscious form of Officer Halloway, his knuckles raw, his chest heaving in the thin, recycled air. He wanted only to secure his pension, to keep the agency’s long, cold fingers away from his younger sister Clara, but the first sign of opposition was...
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