The Golden Compass
The letter lay on the desk, the paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the industrial toner that had seared the black ink into the fibers. It was a termination notice, effective immediately, citing a catastrophic discrepancy in the actuarial models you had built over the last decade. You read the first line, then the second, and then the third, where the language shifted from...
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