The Distant Promise

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The clock on the wall of the staff room ticks with a heavy, wet sound, marking the forty-fifth minute of your shift, a duration that feels less like time passing and more like a slow drowning in cold water. You count the minutes because counting is the only thing that keeps the geometry of the room from sliding into a slurry of shadows and damp plaster. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years...

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