The Faded Frontier
The memo lay on the desk, its header stamped in red ink: *Notice of Irregularity. Case File 704. Subject: Thorne, E.* You read it twice, the paper cool and dry against your fingertips, the bureaucratic language sterile as a surgical scalpel. It accused you of negligence, of allowing a spectral anomaly to corrupt the fiscal records of the Bureau of Anomalies. You wanted only to clear your name,...
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