The Distant Blade
The letter lay on the desk, its edges crisp and white against the dark oak. It was from the Dean’s office, three pages long, printed on heavy stock that felt cold and official to the touch. Sebastian Kestrel read it twice, the first time for the facts, the second time for the threat hidden in the bureaucratic passive voice. His grant for the "Paleolithic Dialect Reconstruction Project" was...
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