The Distant Legend
The fern was dead. It sat in a plastic pot on the corner of the desk. Brown. Crispy. It had been that way for three weeks. Elias stared at it. He adjusted his tie. The fabric itched. The office was cold. The air conditioning hummed a low, sick note. His name is Elias Thorne. He is twenty-two years old. He works in the Department of Agricultural Integrity. He is a junior auditor. His job is to...
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