The Distant Threshold
The termination order lay on the steel table, its edges sharp enough to cut. Elias Thorne stared at the document, the ink still wet, the signature of Director Vance looping with bureaucratic indifference across the bottom. It was a clean death, of a sort. No blood, no violence, just a form filled out in triplicate, a severance package calculated to the cent, and a final warning that any attempt...
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