The Distant Affair
The letter was three inches long, written on heavy, cream-colored stock that felt like leather under your fingertips. You held it in the archive’s reading room, the ink still damp, the seal broken. It was a notice of suspension. Your tenure review was cancelled. The Guild demanded you return the key to the Magistrate’s House by noon, or you would be dismissed for cause. You read it twice. The...
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