The Faded Frontier
The letter lay on the drafting table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the study, a simple notice from the Guild of Surveyors stating that your pension would be calculated at half-rate due to the documented deterioration of your motor function. You read it twice, the ink smearing faintly under your thumb, and felt the cold weight of the truth settle into your bones: you had perhaps...
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