The Faded River
The letter from the Town Council sat on the mahogany desk of Arthur Thorne, a small rectangle of cream-colored paper that seemed to absorb the light in the office, its edges crisp against the dust-moted air of the archive room in Oakhaven. It was a rejection, though the word itself was absent, replaced by a polite citation of "incompatibility with the moral fortitude required for custodial...
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