The Pale Door
The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin and cold against the wood. It was a rejection notice from the Bureau of Historical Integrity. Your name, Elias Thorne, was printed in the header, a small block of black ink that seemed to absorb the light in the room. The text was brief, bureaucratic, and absolute. Your draft, *The Great Silence: A Definitive History*, was deemed "structurally unsound...
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