The Pale Shadows
The letter lay on the desk, its edges yellowed and soft as old skin, the ink faded to a bruised grey that seemed to pulse in the dim light of the archive. It was a notice of termination, dated three days prior, though Elias Thorne had only just found it tucked beneath a stack of uncatalogued parish records, a bureaucratic threat that had been waiting for him in the quiet dark. He read it twice,...
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