The Faded Root
The memo sat on the desk, its edges curled from the damp air of the archive. It was a standard form, Ministry of Records, Department of Internal Stability, bearing the date of the 14th of November. Elias Thorne read it twice, his eyes tracing the ink that seemed to bleed slightly into the cheap paper. The quarterly report was due by noon. If it was not filed, his promotion to Senior Archivist...
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