The Faded Bouquet
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its edges crisp, the ink a stark black against the cream cotton paper. It was a formal notice of probationary review, the kind that cost the Institute four dollars and fifty cents to print and bind, a sum that Elias Thorne knew precisely because he had audited the stationery budget three times this quarter. He signed it with a steady hand, the nib scratching...
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