The Wistful Throne
The letter from the county board arrives on a Tuesday, slipped under the door of your office in the old textile mill, its envelope thick and heavy with the weight of bureaucratic finality. You are Mara, thirty-four, a structural engineer whose life has been reduced to the precise calculation of load-bearing capacities and the fragile hope that the new community center in Oakhaven will open by...
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