The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The gas lamps in the Ministry of Memory did not so much illuminate the archive as they suspended it in a perpetual, amber twilight, a hue that seemed to drain the color from Elias Thorne’s hands as he sat alone in the sub-basement, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always preceded a breach. He was forty years old, though the lines around...

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