The Golden Quest
The paper was thin, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of iron gall ink. Elias Thorne held it under the single gas lamp in the Commander’s office, the light catching the crease where the document had been folded twice. The words were simple, bureaucratic, and absolute: *Dismissal for Administrative Irregularity.* Beside the signature, the date was stamped in red ink, a small wound in the white...
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