The Distant Legend
The invitation card for the Annual Harvest Gala lay on Elara Vance’s desk, its edges soft from the way she had turned it over and over in her hands that morning. It was heavy stock, cream-colored, with the town seal embossed in gold foil that caught the dim light of the archive room. Beneath it lay a standard personnel form, unsigned, regarding her request for a permanent promotion to Senior...
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