The Distant Promise

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Act I I remember the weight of the ink before I remember the stain. It was the winter of 1893, and the Ministry’s new Gothic wing smelled of wet stone and iron filings. I was thirty-two, a junior clerk, and I wanted only to survive the audit. The building was hungry. I felt it as a cold pressure behind my sternum, a physical bruise that bloomed whenever I lied. My mentor, Director Vane, a man...

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