The Golden Song
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, its seal broken, the ink smudged by a damp thumb. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Railways, the paper trembling slightly in his hand not from fear, but from the sudden, violent heat of betrayal. He had served for twenty-two years, his ledger entries precise as surgical incisions, his loyalty a currency he believed would eventually be...
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