The Distant Wound
The pen hovered, a thin black needle trembling above the grid of the spreadsheet, as Elias Thorne adjusted the caloric value for Sector Four’s elderly population by a fraction of a decimal, a correction so slight it would save the Ministry of Allocation three hundred pounds in synthetic nutrient costs by quarter’s end. He was forty-two years old, a senior auditor with a pension that depended on...
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