The Wistful Letter
"You are dismissed." The words hang in the air. They are cold. They are iron. You look at the man. He sits behind a desk of polished mahogany. The wood is dark. It shines like wet stone. His name is Alder. He is the judge. He is the law. He is the shadow that falls across your life. You are not a man anymore. You are a thing. You are a uniform. You are a badge. You are the cloth on your back....
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