The Golden Echoes
The rejection slip lay on the counter, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the Bureau. Elias Thorne picked it up. The paper was thin, cheap, and smelled of wet ink. It stated that his pension claim was denied due to "irregularities in service conduct." He looked at the man behind the desk, a clerk with spectacles that reflected the gray light of the room. The clerk did not look at...
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