The Faded Frontier
The letter lay on the steel desk, its corners weighted down by a brass paperweight that had seen better decades. It was a rejection, formal and cold, stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation. I read it three times, feeling the weight of the words settle into the hollow of my stomach. My tenure was denied. The reason cited was "persistent hallucinatory reporting," a...
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