The Wistful Voyage
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and black as a bruise, the paper thin and rough under Elias Thorne’s fingertips as he read the denial of his medical leave for the third time. It was a standard form, Form 7-B, printed on the cheap, gray stock that the department had been using since the budget cuts in ’08, and it smelled faintly of the coal dust that permeated every room in the...
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