The Golden Ritual
The letter lay on the steel desk, the ink still damp, smelling of cheap toner and institutional despair. It was a formal reprimand, signed by Commander Halloway, detailing Elias Thorne’s failure to engage a suspicious shadow at Sector 4 last Tuesday. Elias smoothed the corner of the paper with a thumb that had seen fifteen years of border duty, noting the fine print: effective immediately,...
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