The Golden Myth
The letter sat on the desk, the paper thin and yellowed, smelling of dust and old pine needles. It was a standard facility memo, Form 14-B, regarding the removal of non-essential vegetation from the perimeter. Elias read it twice, his finger tracing the jagged edge of the paper where it had been torn from a pad. Outside, the oak tree stood against the grey sky, its branches bare and skeletal,...
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