The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The notification slip lay on the mahogany table, its edges curling slightly under the weight of the crystal salt cellar. It was a standard Ministry of Continuity form, Type 4-B, printed on the heavy, off-white stock that felt rough against the thumb, like dried skin. Elias Vane read it twice, his eyes tracing the bold red stamp of rejection over the words "Senior Curator Promotion." The...

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