The Faded Portrait
The memo was three lines long, printed on the standard cream stock that smelled faintly of old dust and authority. It stated that Officer Elias Thorne’s request for transfer to the Northern Sector had been denied pending a review of his psychological stability. Elias read it twice, the paper trembling slightly in his right hand, while his left hand lay still on the desk, the fingers curled like...
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