The Faded Road
The letter from the Ministry arrived on a Tuesday, its seal black as a bruised plum, bearing the insignia of the High Inquisitor. It was a summons, of course. Or rather, a reprimand. The ink smelled of iron and old dust, a scent that clung to the air of the study like a damp shroud. Elias Thorne, Senior Investigator of the Anomalous, sat behind his oak desk, the wood scarred by the passage of...
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