The Golden Mirror
The letter lay on the cold concrete floor, its seal broken, the ink smudged where it had fallen. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers stiff against the paper, and read the notice of his mandatory medical evaluation. It was a polite form of dismissal, a bureaucratic way of saying his heart was too weak to carry the weight of another investigation. He was forty-five years old, and the clock had...
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