The Distant Affair
The hand of the archivist, Elias Thorne, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to tremble, his fingers hovering over the cold, glassy surface of the terminal where the cursor blinked in a rhythmic, accusatory pulse. He was twenty-four years old, a junior employee in the basement of a biotechnology firm that smelled of ozone and stale coffee, and he wanted, with a...
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