The Pale Tower
The resignation letter lay on the desk, the paper crisp and white under the fluorescent hum, a stark rectangle against the dark wood. Elias Thorne read the date at the top, November 14th, and felt the familiar, dull ache in his left shoulder, a pain that had settled in there like sediment in a riverbed over twenty years of service. He needed to sign it, needed to make it official, to send...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews