The Faded River
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling upward from the damp air, the ink smudged where Elias’s thumb had pressed too hard against the seal. It was a rejection from the Geological Society, polite and final, citing the "lack of verifiable data" regarding the Oakhaven aquifer, a dismissal that felt less like a professional setback and more like a physical blow to the sternum. He...
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