The Distant Legend
The summons came at the height of the afternoon shift, a sharp crack of knuckles against the doorframe that echoed in the silent archive. "Elias," Miller said, his voice flat, devoid of the usual collegial warmth. "The Director wants you in his office. Now." I wiped my hands on my apron. The ink was still wet on the ledger I had been cross-referencing, a dark, viscous stain that smudged under...
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