The Distant Nightmare
The ledger was open on the desk, the ink still wet on the final entry, and Halloway didn’t look up as Elias entered. "Thorne, you’re late," Halloway said, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the windowsills of the station office in Ashworth. "The freight manifest for the night shift is missing a signature. I assume you forgot to file it." Elias set his cap on the shelf, the smell of...
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