The Distant Promise
The thaw had turned the roads into a slurry of rust and mud, a physical weight that dragged at the tires of every vehicle in the district. Wen Wang stood in the flooded basement of the archive, the water up to his shins, cold enough to bite through his boots. He was twenty-nine, a contract archivist whose bootcamp training had ended with a severance package and a stack of unpaid medical bills...
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