The Golden Quest
The letter from the Medical Board lay on the metal desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the station’s breakroom. It was a standard form, Form 14-B, Termination for Health Reasons, printed in a font so small it seemed designed to be ignored. Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb rubbing the rough paper until it felt like worn leather. Outside, the valley fog was thick, a white wall...
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