The Distant Temple
The letter arrived in a manila envelope, the paper thick and cold to the touch, smelling faintly of the industrial toner used in the county administrative building. Elias Thorne read it twice, the ink blurring slightly as his eyes tracked the formal accusations of professional misconduct and the impending suspension of his psychometric license. He set the paper on the desk, where it lay flat...
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