The Distant Affair
The cold started at the base of my spine, a distinct, sharp sensation that had nothing to do with the heating vents in the Ministry’s fourth-floor corridor. I counted the steps to my father’s old office, twelve in total, and I counted the minutes since I had last seen a living human being other than the security guard who had waved me through the turnstile with a bored, mechanical nod. I am...
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