The Distant Threshold
The letter was on the desk when you woke. It bore the seal of the University of Oakhaven, black wax pressed into a shape you had known for ten years. You broke the seal. Your name was in the first line. Your dismissal was in the last. The funding for your thesis on the Weeping Veil was revoked. The reason cited was heresy. You read it twice, the ink sharp against the paper, then folded it into...
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