The Distant Legend
The clerk did not look up from the ledger. "You are not on the list, Sergeant," he said, his voice flat and dry as the dust on the shelf behind him. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the brass compass in his left pocket ticking a slow, backward rhythm against his hip. He had walked for two hours in the cold November air, his breath misting in the narrow...
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