The Wistful Campus
The memo lay on the desk, yellowed and brittle, the ink faded to a rusty brown. It was a notice of budget suspension, dated three weeks ago, signed by the City Council. Elias read it again, his thumb tracing the heavy, jagged signature of the clerk. He was thirty-two, a junior archivist in Oria, and his tenure depended on finishing the restoration of the Great Hall by Friday. The Hall was not...
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