The Pale Garden
The letter from the university administration lay on the kitchen table, its ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron. It was a simple notice of estate seizure, dated for the morning, signed by the Dean in a hand that had once been steady but now seemed to tremble with bureaucratic urgency. Elias Thorne read it twice, his fingers tracing the heavy, expensive paper until the fibers felt rough...
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