The Faded Frontier
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal broken, the ink still damp as if the pen had only just lifted from the page. You read the words again, your eyes tracing the formal script of the Ministry of Antiquities, which stated that your tenure review was to be conducted immediately, citing irregularities in the fiscal ledger for the last quarter. The air in the archive room was thick,...
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