The Distant Threshold
The letter lay on the steel table, its edges curling slightly as if it were trying to escape the fluorescent light, and Elias Thorne read it for the third time, his thumb rubbing the coarse grain of the paper until the ink blurred into a smear of grey accusation. It was a formal notice of termination, effective immediately, citing the falsification of the 1954 flood records to conceal a missing...
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