The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The chrome mask of Director Vane reflected the sterile white of the Intake Hall, a perfect, cold mirror that caught the tremor in Elias Thorne’s left arm. "We do not trade in favors, Officer Thorne, only in currency," Vane said, his voice a flat, metallic hum that seemed to originate from the mask itself. "The file for your brother is in the red stack. To move it to the green stack, you must...

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