The Distant Legend
The letter from the Northern Rail Depot was three days old, its edges soft and dark with the damp of the mail sack, and Elias Thorne held it against the cold glass of the office window, reading the same line for the fourth time: *Posting effective immediately, subject to review of personal stability.* He folded the paper carefully, smoothing the creases with a thumb that had spent forty years...
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