The Distant Ghost
The letter sat on the desk, the ink still wet, the signature of Director Halloway sprawling across the bottom like a bruise. You read it twice, the words blurring into a single, jagged line: *Your continued presence in the archive is a embarrassment to the Institute.* It was a dismissal, but it was also an invitation to fight. You folded the paper, tucked it into your waistcoat, and reached for...
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