The Distant Promise

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The scratching starts just before the rain does, a rhythmic, dry scraping against the plaster that sounds exactly like the flutter of a moth trapped inside a lantern. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, your knuckles swollen from decades of handling brittle paper, and you are currently being summoned to the Director’s office for the third time this week. The door to the corridor is heavy...

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