The Distant Blade
The letter lay on my desk, its edges crisp and white against the dark oak, a formal notice from the Board of Governors regarding the upcoming tenure review, and I read it three times before I allowed myself to look up from the paper, the ink stark and indifferent, demanding a signature that I was not yet ready to give. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a junior archivist at the Meridian...
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