The Golden Echoes
The order was not a request, but a termination of service, printed on the heavy, cream-colored stock of the Department of Internal Security. Elias Thorne read the directive three times, his eyes tracing the bureaucratic architecture of his own demise, while Auri, the golden retriever who had served beside him for eight years, lay on the floorboards and watched the dust motes dance in the shaft...
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