The Pale Fracture
The memo from Director Halloway lay on the desk, its paper thin and gray, smelling faintly of the chemical preservatives they used to keep the old records from crumbling into dust. It was a standard notification of tenure review, but the tone was clipped, bureaucratic, and final. Elias Thorne read it twice, the ink blurring slightly as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the archive, a room...
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