The Wistful Voyage

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The memo arrived on a Tuesday, folded into a crisp envelope that smelled faintly of ozone and cold paper. Elias Thorne, fifty-two and possessed of a mind as orderly as the card catalogs he tended, read it twice in the hushed corridor of the Humanities building. The language was surgical, stripped of all warmth. "Budgetary realignment," the Dean had written, a phrase that served as a polite...

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