The Faded River
The transfer request form sat on the desk, the paper thin and yellowed at the edges, smelling of the dust that settled in the archives. Elias signed his name in the bottom right corner, the ink bleeding slightly into the fibers, a small dark wound on the white surface. He held the pen for a moment, feeling the weight of the plastic grip against his calloused palm, before sliding the document...
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