The Wistful Letter

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You tell yourself it is merely a stain, a dark blot of ink that has seeped into the white cotton of your shirt, a mundane accident in a world that runs on grease and steam and the relentless, grinding certainty of the clock. You do not look up when the heavy oak door of the foreman’s office swings open, because to look up would be to admit that you are trembling, and if you are trembling, they...

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