The Distant Summer
The chandelier above you is a cage of gold, and the air smells of stale perfume and fear. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a senior inspector in the Ministry of Internal Order, and you want the chair. You want the title of Chief of Protocol, the seat that grants access to the sealed archives where the truth is kept under lock and key. Director Vane stands across the banquet table, his face a...
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