The Distant Affair
The leather of my badge case is worn thin at the corners, the material softened by twenty years of thumbs rubbing against it, and I find myself tracing the scuff marks with a trembling finger as the fluorescent lights hum their low, ceaseless drone above the administrative block. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior corrections officer, and my singular, desperate want is to see Sarah complete...
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