The Distant Crown
The termination notice lay on the desk, the paper thin and brittle under the desk lamp’s hum. Elias Thorne stared at the signature, a jagged scrawl that looked less like a name and more like a tear in the fabric of his career. He was fifty-two years old, an archivist who had spent three decades cataloging other people’s lives, and now his own was being filed under "excess staff." In his pocket,...
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