The Distant Affair
The letter lay on the workbench, its edges curling in the damp air of the workshop, and you read it for the third time because the words refused to settle into your mind. The Royal Bursary had frozen your wages pending a structural audit of the King’s new observatory, a bureaucratic knot that would tighten until your family’s debt was swallowed whole. You smoothed the parchment with a calloused...
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