The Distant Ghost
The fluorescent lights of the hearing room hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the fillings in Elias Thorne’s teeth. He sat at the metal table, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, watching the dust motes dance in the harsh, sterile light. Across from him, the panel of three civilian administrators shuffled papers, their faces masked by a bureaucratic indifference...
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