The Wistful Saga
The notice from the Municipal Budget Office, printed on heavy cream stock that cost more per sheet than Elias’s hourly wage, lay flat on the desk, its corner curling slightly upward as if trying to escape the weight of the fluorescent light. Elias Thorne did not sign it immediately; he held the pen, a standard government-issue ballpoint with a cracked cap, and stared at the line item labeled...
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