The Wistful Silence
The stamp hit the paper with a sound like a bone snapping. "Denied," Director Halloway said, not looking up from his desk. His voice was flat, administrative, stripped of any human cadence. "Discrepancy in service records. Paragraph four, subsection C. You have one hour to clear the premises, Mr. Thorne." Elias Thorne did not move. He stood by the windowless wall of the office, his hands...
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