The Distant Summer
Thorne, get your hands off that ledger. The voice belonged to Mr. Halloway, the Ministry supervisor, who stood in the doorway of the cramped office, his silhouette framed by the grey November light filtering through the high, barred windows. Elias Thorne did not look up immediately; he was too busy adjusting the tension of the fine sable brush against the water-stained paper, trying to salvage...
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