The Pale Banner
The letter from the Board of Trustees lay on the steel workbench, its edges curling slightly in the dry, recycled air of the vault, and Elias Thorne read it for the third time before setting it down. It was a polite termination, framed as a compassionate retirement, citing "advanced tremors incompatible with the precision required for textile conservation," a phrase that felt less like a...
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