The Distant Wound
The server room hummed, a low-frequency drone that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow. Elias stood before the main terminal, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, the frayed wool of his tie dragging against his collar like a rough leash. It was his father’s tie, a gift from a man who had died before Elias could remember the sound of his voice, and now it was the only thing that...
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