The Distant Journey
The letter from the magistrate’s office lay on the kitchen table, the paper yellowed by the weak November light. Elias Thorne read it twice, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the specific weight of the ink. It stated clearly that his wages for the last three months were withheld pending an internal review of his conduct. He looked at the bill for the coal, then at the envelope...
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