The Pale Circus
The letter from the Department of Finance lay on the desk, its red header bleeding into the gray afternoon light. Elias Thorne read the final line twice, then folded the paper into a small, precise square. It was a termination notice for his research grant, effective immediately. He was forty-two, tenured, and three hundred thousand dollars in debt, a number that felt less like a sum and more...
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