The Distant Blade
The fluorescent lights of the state hospital archive hummed a low, electric note that Elias Vance had learned to ignore, a sound that had become as constant as the dust settling on the spine of *Patient File 4092*. He stood before the open drawer, his fingers hovering over the manila folder, the paper brittle under the weight of recent grief. Across the room, Dr. Arthur Thorne leaned against...
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