The Wistful Dinner
The memo lay on the desk, its edges sharp as a scalpel, the ink still fresh with the bureaucratic certainty of denial. Elias Thorne read it once, then again, his fingers tracing the line that declared his six-year safety audit of the Royal Hall’s marble floor to be "sentimental clutter" incompatible with the new austerity directive. The paper was cheap, a flimsy thing that offered no...
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