The Golden Harbor
The notice was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the paper feeling dense and dry against my fingers, like a dried leaf. It bore the seal of the University Archive, a golden harbor rendered in ink that seemed to shift under the fluorescent lights. My tenure review was in three weeks. The chair had called my work occult nonsense. I was not a man who accepted nonsense, least of all from a man...
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