The Pale Path
"You are done, Arthur," said the Dean. His voice was dry, like paper scraping against stone. "The committee has voted. No more lectures. No more tenure. You are stripped of your chair." Arthur stood. He did not speak. He looked at the Dean, a man whose face was a map of comfortable appetites. The room was cold. The fire had burned low. Ashes curled in the grate. "Is there no appeal?" Arthur...
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