The Faded Attic
The transfer request form was already signed, the ink dry and black against the stark white paper, a document that smelled faintly of toner and institutional neglect. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, his thumb resting on the date, September 14, 2024, while his right hand hovered over the mouse, frozen in the sterile air of the administrative office. He was forty years old, a Sergeant with...
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