The Distant Wound
Act I "You have three days, Sanjay, before the charges are set." Director Vane did not look up from his ledger, his pen scratching a line of red ink across the paper, a sound like a nail dragging across a dry board. The smell of the Ministry office was thick with wet wool and the stale, metallic tang of fear that had settled into the carpets over the last quarter. Sanjay stood in the doorway,...
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