The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 23:23:43 -

The ink did not dry. It bled. A black vein spreading across the white paper, a slow hemorrhage of identity. I held the document tight. My hands were steady. They had to be. I am a man of procedure. I am a man of the file. For twenty years, I have served the Bureau. I have worn the gray suit. I have signed the forms. I have watched the world shrink to the size of a desk lamp. The letter was from...

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