The Distant Summer
The transfer request had been filed three times, each copy identical in its sterile, bureaucratic precision, counting the hours Elias Thorne had spent in the southern district’s heat as a quantifiable liability to his own psyche. He sat in the windowless office of Supervisor Halloway, a man whose suit seemed tailored from the same gray, lifeless material as the fluorescent lights above, and...
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