The Wistful Crossroads
The letter lay on the desk, the paper brittle and cold, bearing the seal of the Ironworks University. Dr. Elias Thorne read the single line of text three times, his eyes tracing the ink as if it might rearrange itself into a different meaning, but the words remained fixed and final: *Effective immediately, your office has been relocated to the basement archives. Your laboratory key is no longer...
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