The Faded Guest
The air in the sub-basement archive of the Department of Internal Affairs was not merely stale; it was a physical weight, a thick, stagnant blanket that pressed against Elias Thorne’s lungs with the insistence of a predator. He sat before the rusted iron ledger, his hands trembling not from the chill that seeped up through the stone floor, but from the crushing, thirty-year-old injustice that...
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