The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the Ministry’s central atrium, called out by the head clerk’s reedy whistle, a sound that cut through the humid, paper-thick silence of the summer afternoon. Elias Thorne stood by the intake desk, his hands resting on the cool, polished surface of the mahogany, feeling the faint, electric hum of the archive beneath his fingertips. He was forty-two, a man...

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