The Faded Masquerade
The letter lay on the desk. It was a single sheet of cream paper. The ink was dry. My hands trembled. I picked it up. The seal was broken. I read the words. They were simple. They were cold. They were final. "You have been discharged. Effective immediately. Report to the gate. Do not return the uniform. Do not return the name." I looked at my hands. They were stained with grease. They were...
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