The Pale Exile
The letter lay on the mahogany table, its cream-colored envelope sealed with the heavy, gold-embossed wax of the Department of Agricultural Sciences. Elias Thorne sat in the chair opposite the desk, his fingers resting on the rough, splintered edge of the wood, feeling the grain bite into his skin as he read the formal commendation for the Golden Sheaf Award. The document listed his tenure, his...
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