The Faded Guest
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed in the heavy, cream-colored envelope that signaled formal censure. It was thin, which was worse than if it had been thick, for thick envelopes held apologies or promotions. This one held a single sheet of paper, typed in the sterile, sans-serif font of the Department of Administration. I read it twice in my office, the rain tapping a rhythmic code against...
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