The Distant Threshold
The notice lay on the blotter, its edges curling slightly from the damp air of the archive. It was a standard form, Type 4, printed on heavy cream stock that felt gritty between Elara Vance’s fingers. She read it twice, the ink smudging where her thumb had pressed too hard. "Effective immediately, Ms. Vance is suspended pending investigation into the misappropriation of the Ashworth Codex." The...
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