The Golden Song
The letter from Director Vane arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet with the dampness of the Ministry’s basement corridors. It was brief, polite, and final. Elias Thorne, senior archivist, was to report to the Director’s office by four o’clock to discuss his recent irregularities. Elias read it twice, then slid the paper into his breast pocket, feeling the sharp edge of the envelope cut...
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