The Distant Legend
The letter lay on the mahogany table, the paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the office toner. Elias Thorne read it twice, the ink blurring slightly as the numbness in his left hand crept up his wrist. It was the standard form for early retirement, the one he had requested three weeks ago, the one that promised a pension that would keep the mortgage on the small house in the...
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