The Golden Visit
The brass compass in your pocket has a hairline fracture running through the needle, a small, permanent scar that you have come to love more than the instrument itself, for it is the only thing that remains of Julian, whose name is now a redacted line in a file you have spent three years trying to reopen. You are Elias, forty-two years old, a senior adjudicator in the Ministry of Civic Order,...
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