The Pale Bridge
The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin and gray as the concrete outside. It was a notification of performance review, stamped with the Bureau’s seal, the ink still wet. Elias Thorne read it twice, the words blurring under the fluorescent hum. The algorithm had flagged his sector. It said his metrics were inefficient. It said his presence was a liability. He signed the acknowledgment line,...
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