The Distant Blade
The memorandum lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp air, the ink of the final clause smearing into a dark, illegible blot. Elias Thorne read it three times, the paper thin and brittle under his fingertips, feeling the grit of dust that had settled on the surface over the last decade of his service. It was a termination notice, effective in seventy-two hours, and the signature...
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