The Distant Legend
Maren. The name hung in the air of the basement archive, sharp and singular. I looked up from the stack of manila folders. My supervisor, Mr. Halloway, stood in the doorway. His face was pale, lit by the flickering fluorescent tube above his head. "Your conduct," he said. His voice was flat, stripped of all inflection. "It is under review." He did not wait for a response. He turned and walked...
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