The Pale Dance
The petition lay on the desk, a sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper that Elias Thorne had spent three nights formatting. He smoothed the corner with his thumb, feeling the grit of dust and the slight stickiness of his own sweat. "Director Halloway," Elias said, keeping his voice level, though it felt thin in the air. "I am requesting a formal review of my file. The allegations of......
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