The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The wind in the corridor of the Bureau of Civic Integrity does not blow; it seeps, a cold, damp intrusion that smells of wet concrete and stale ozone, and you, Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and senior auditor, feel it against the back of your neck like a hand checking for a pulse. You are here because your pension is on the line, a concrete, mathematical guarantee that will allow you to...

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