The Wistful Saga
The notice lay on the scarred oak table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the tavern. Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb tracing the ink of the signature, a motion that felt less like reading and more like testing the tensile strength of the paper. It was a standard internal memo, unsigned by the Director but stamped with the office seal, detailing the "irregularities" in the...
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